So Im out driving the cobra (yes, its sold but the guy hasnt flown in to buy it yet). I catch a red light with an NA maybe 96ish Carerra. We're lined up, but the driver is some middle aged woman...she just decides to hang a right. So im thinking, WTF!? We coulda run em right down this 1 mile straight stretch of road and you turn?! But then I glance in the rearview and notice a sick black e36 M3 with tint...I look closer and I see a cage...I realize this car belongs to a guy who went to the same high school as my brother. He thinks his car is the fastest thing ever. He has exhaust, cams, intake, the cage, and Im not sure what else. The only time I've ever talked to him was at a party and he told me he had it up to 200 that evening. Its a manual coupe. He revs at me from behind just as the light is changing green. I go to get the revs up, but this damn all motor cobra with spec stage 2 clutch fvcks up and dies! I see him laughing as he's slowly pulling around to pass me up...well, I get it started and right as he's peeling out next to me, I launch like a mofo, bang 2nd, by 3rd Im pulling, by 95 I have about 7 lengths on him....so I slam the brakes on and he flys by with a look of shock on his face. This was probably my last kill in this car, so im glad it was a great one!!
Too bad I looked like a tard at the start! D'Oh!!