Last night after watching Troy (I know, I saw it late, but it's still a good film. It would have been better if the teenaged girls in front of me stopped gawking at every breath of Orlando Bloom), I was headed home. I made a detour in my town and I decided to visit Red Lobster to see if they were still open. I was hungry and so was my friend. They were closed.
So, we left and headed for the highway. What do I spot in front of me also getting on the highway? A super slow Mini Van and a G35 Coupe right behind it with the license plate: ILK2SPD. Yes... he's going to get himself pulled over a ton with a dumb vanity plate like that. Sorry, but vanity plates like that always make me angry. He should have just gotten the vanity plate: GMMETKT or TKTMEPG. So as we're headed on the on ramp, I keept in 4th at about 40 mph, I really should have been in 3rd, but eh, no worries.
I told my friend: "I think this G35 Coupe is going to gun it. Oh, here he goes, do it do it!" The G35 pushes it and I pursue. The whole time I was thinking: Man, I bet you this guy is thinking to himself, "WTF is that behind me". God I love my car. Any how, I didn't really beat him or anything, I just wanted to see how my STi held up. I caught up to him but I had to short myself in 5th ear at 5K RPM, or else I would have hit his bumper. I wanted to wave to the guy but his window tints were mafia black.
I had to get to my exit since I had missed it anyway, so I took the next one at a gingerly pace. He followed me and tried to race again. He was on my ass the whole time, but we were on streets close to residentials and I didn't really want to get myself into some dumb trouble. Heh, oh well, he was smelling some of my nice catless exhaust as he followed so closely. I guess I deserve the tailgating since I did cut him off to get to the next exit, but I left him about 2-3 car lengths when I got in front of him.
Ah, all is good. As long as I can keep up while shorting myself in a gear, I'm a happy camper. Oh yeah, and no one was hurt, which is always good .