ok so i was leaving work about a week ago and this late 80's 5 litre pulled up behind me at a light and started revving his engine, i was like wtf but just ignored him and went on my way.
well the guy follows me all the way home (which is 10 miles out of town) and asks me why i didn't stop at the local racing spot. well he asks me to go up and race him cuz he thinks the world of his car, i agreed.
when i got up there he started asking me all kinds of questions about my car, the dirty bastard thought my car was front wheel drive, and then asked me what type of car it was, "who the hell would have the nerve to follow somebody for 10 miles and ask them to race and not even know what the hell he is racing?"
anyways he had 2 girls in his car and was acting like a bad ass, the first time i smoked him by like 3 cars and the second time he jumped the gun big time and in a hurry i missed second gear, found it then beat him by 1 or 2 cars, you want to talk about an embarrased person, well thats the only racing story i have and thought it was pretty sad!!