...Gen 4 Prelude (riced out; he had altezzas so he must be fast! Those are like afterburners) and his buddy in a newer model RX-7 (not as rice, loud exhaust, loud radio, loud stickers. He must be fast too since he had stickers).
I get on the 1-94; 11pm last Saturday night. I drive for a couple of minutes then see two cars in the distance tailgaiting innocent drivers, wanting to get through. I decide to go in a mild pursuit. I keep my distance from them. I turned off my fogs as to try and make myself a little discrete. When they would accelerate, so would I. So for 5 minutes, I'm just watching them. They're on a tailgaiting high. So now, I'm starting to get pissed.
They start harassing a couple of their own kind. Big/tall aluminum spoilered, half-painted body kit cladding, low-profile; disgracefully cambered honda accords. Two of them. Almost identical, different colors. Two pieces of rice...in love.
The 'Lude' and Mr. Zoom, Zoom, Zoom trade exhaust tones with the Accord Twins. I hate exhaust language. Their kind is loud and obnoxious.
Well, to my surprise they raced. 4 cars in a 3 lane highway. One of the twins stayed back...or rather...couldn't keep up. The RX-7 was first, then the Lude, then Dumb and Slower. The twins slowed down, high-beamed the winners. I pass by the 'accordians' @ 70mph minding my own business. All of a sudden, exhaust tones ring in my ears. By this time, Lude and "7" are a 1/4 mile ahead of me still harassing drivers. The accordians stick to my rear passenger's quarter panel. Drop it in 3rd and show them what they don't have. I didn't want to race, rather, wanted to get away from annoying flies.
Due to my acceleration, I ended up at the rear of the original instigators. Well, they thought it was Tokyo Extreme Racer action coming from me. Obviously it wasn't. They stopped bothering the old man in the Corolla 'S' and slipped through the left lane. I'm already the left lane still going 70. The Lude then proceeds to morse code the 7. I translated:
"Bro; We'z got WRX to our left; since we got stickers let's waste his *ss!"
Now...I don't condone racing on public streets. I've heard to many stories. Rather, if and when I accelerate, it's to just get away. So...I decided to get away, for real. Why? Because I'm not in high school anymore.
I'm in 4th, the Lude is in whatever the auto-tranny decided and the RX-7 (I believe in 3rd; high-pitch for an exhaust that size) is just waiting. These guys just won't quit. They're to my passenger side. Laying it on the gas over and over again. Looked like they were humping the highway. Still not racing, they tire of me. They take off. After all, it wouldn't of been fair if I just floored it. So, a little 'high-school' came over me. They're 8 car lengths ahead of me. I drop it into 3rd and off I go. 70-80mph in what seems like 1 second. I turn on my fogs. 80-95. Lude does morse code again. Exhuast tones blare. RX-7 takes off. Lude...er...sounds good, but unvolutarily stayed behind. 95-102...
WRX vs. RX-7. I think he must've been 1) Nervous 2) Young and Nervous 3) Not his car and his older brother's; young and nervous. Because he didn't know how to shift. He mis-shifted into 4th and I took advantage. I stayed in 3rd till around 6200rpm and stuck it in 4th. 110...115mph and ahead by 6 car lengths. My car's running smooth. I'm done...he's been done. I can't see the Prelude. However the RX-7 takes it to the shoulder for some reason. I ease it onto my exit and coast it to normal driving speed. Go home and sleep with a smile.
My only complaints: I hate it when RICE sticks and when people mis-shift.