I have a friend i work with that has a 97 mustang Cobra. We play basketball for our Army unit and live close to each other. One night after a late game we hit the highway. e didn't do nothin til we got near our houses since there is no trafiic. that night he was in front of me and launched good and I was in the same lane he was and I thought he would leave me behind. he couldn't and I stayed the same exact distant all the way to 130mph. He was slowin down so we could catch a light but the stock brakes couldn't slow me down in time and I thought he was gettin off the highway and headed home. he caught up to me and said he wanted to race from a stop. I said maybe next time. Well another guy at work always kept instigatin a race between my friends Cobra and my WRX sayin I could beat him. i was not sure cause i knew I could beat 5.0's all day, but he had a 300+hp Cobra.
Then the day finally came. We both knew it was gonna happen and I wanted to race him badly. We kept a slow speed to get a red light. the light turned green and I felt I had the most perfect launch I could get and perfect shifting. I took off and had a 1 & a half car length all the way to the next light. I was waitin for him to pass near the end but he couldn't catch me. We slowed to a slow speed and he said he couldn't get traction. I was like oh well you wanted it and you got it. now he got mad the the other guy clowns him on his loss. i didn't clown him, but the win sure felt good.