Tht's right. We were door to door from one light to the other...just driving normally. Not racing...nothing. Just chillin'.
Once we got to this certain light, I hear his engine roar. I was like oh crap, so I went WOT...from 1k RPM. Not a launch by any means. Needless to say he was ahead of me.
At the end of 1st, my front was at his door. At the end of 2nd, I was a foot away from being hood to hood. We shut down at the middle of 3rd because we were quickly approaching the railroad tracks.
It was a fun race. It was my first after being thrown in the slammer for street racing. Was it smart? Hell no! But it sure was fun I got my fix for another 3-4 months.
The guy was nice. When we got to the next light, he said "that's a fast car you got there!" I replied, "that's a fast car you got!"
I was satisfied considering that I didn't launch, and I had a suspension kit in my trunk