As usual, my story has to start long before the race itself...
For whatever reason, Lauderdale County has my STi listed as a 2-door car. I had to go get that little slip fixed, and paid to renew tags on both my cars while there. Afterwards, I went to get some distilled water for the IC spray tank.
On the way, I saw ahead of me a silver F150, not a Lightning, with awful looking blackout taillight covers and a really loud exhaust. I've been wanting to run something, but didn't think it would be him. I passed him since I didn't know he was going to try to run. As I passed him, he revved up his mighty automatic by stomping the gas and then slamming the brakes to avoid hitting the car in front of him. Then he gets in behind me and cuts me off to get around the car he was behind just before, so he can get the spot in front at the upcoming light. Since I had no open spot, I got in behind him.
Light changes and Mr. Mullet (literally) chirps his tires taking off. I go half throttle and pace behind him and change lanes with him to get the open lane at the next light. Light changes and he tries taking off again, so I pace again but don't pass. This goes on for a while, with him hauling as fast as he can down the road while I don't top 5 over the speed limit.
I see the turn for Wal-Mart ahead and need to take it. Truck is the vehicle in my way, so I got over a lane and got on the gas a little, shooting for minimal speed to get by but he guns it too. And so, of course, I punch it and blow by him like he put it in reverse. Then he pulled the typical rice-by to try and prove his manhood is big, or something ridiculous like that.
I'm willing to bet he thought I was some stupid ricer and he'd teach me a thing or two. Looks like it didn't work out so well. He needs to learn his cars. Had he been in a Lightning, I could see behavior a little more like that, since it could have been a decent race.