and got destroyed. it was awesome. we were both going about 90 on the mass pike, and i looked over, gave a big thumbs up and smiled, and gestured 'go go go'. he wouldn't (why'd he waste gas on me?), so i hit it just to make him go, and, oh, did he. at 90, i literally looked like i was not moving. he probably hit 130 and put about 4-5 bus lengths.
it was a beautiful death.