I was driving home tonight on a 4 lane and saw some Mustang tailights up ahead. As I came up on him, I saw that it was a Cobra, and immediately my face went
I pulled next to him, downshifted to 2nd, and took off for a second, banging the rev limiter, and then shifted to 3rd and let off the throttle to see if he wanted to play. He did, blowing by me. I put it in 2nd again, and he continued to pull. Shifted to 3rd, and the tables turned. I began reeling in the 2 cars he'd put on me pretty quickly and looked over at him and his passenger and wanted a picture of the disbelief on both of their faces. By the time I was shifting into 4th, I had a carlength on him. I held 4th for a few seconds before letting off, several carlengths in front of him.
He stayed behind me through a few lights, and then we caught a light together. I rolled the window down and shouted over, "what year is that!" That's when he said it was a '97, which explains why I walked him so badly. The light changed, and I waited for him to make a move, which he did, and he immediately jumped out in front, as I bogged a bit. Same story. Reeled him in and left him like there was no tomorrow in 3rd.
All in all, a fun little street competition. They probably still don't know what hit them. Funny thing is, I was only on my 290 whp map, and I have at least 300 lbs of luggage in my WRX, so I was hardly in peak race condition tonight...I was disappointed with that Cobra's top end. Past 100 I just kept on pulling him hard.