I was on my way home today, and about a mile from my house I got on the tail of an old Nova. It was pretty clean, with big ol' meats on the back and dual flowmasters. He saw me coming behind him, so he decided to do a burnout around a 10 mile an hour corner and proceed to take off. He figured I had seen enough...wrong I punch it and catch up to him again , so he proceeds to let me hear how loud the flowys can get. at the stop sign, he turns right and takes off, and I follow suit, he had about 75 feet on me, and it was so sweet to real him in. His motor was howlin, and he was bangin gears, I closed the gap to about 10 feet and shut it down. He kept going though, I didnt get to find out what he had. I'm still giggling.