Story is as fallows:
As i was coming home in the morning from a night of heavy xbox halo action a Ferrari with a chick in the passenger seat and a douche bag in the driver seat with driving gloves wave to me as if their **** dont stink and i got nothing on there early 90 ferrari.
I say, oh noooooo you didn't, as a depress the accelerater the vf30 comes to life, ssssssssssssssssssssssssssshhhhh. I catch up to the mofo, and we catch a red light. He is in front of me and first stopped at the red light. The light turn green(at which i know he is game). We're off, he punches it in 1st as do i, i cut into the right light and shift to 2nd vf30 is spoolin hardcore now. I pass him in 2nd and as i pass him me friend and i wave to him like they did to us, and keep going till the end of 3rd and let off, shift easy to 4th. I notice that he is a good 5-6 car lengths behind. At this point im just cruisin, and he comes flyin up again trying to pass me, but i dont let him, i drop it into 3rd and drop behind him slight, soon as my baby spools up, im hunting him down, and i pass him again this time in 4th gear at 115mph. Walked him like nothing. We slow down(after he catches up of course), and he says to me, "I kicked the Sh1t outta one of those yesterday!!!", my only reply to that statement was "not today." as i smiled, waved to his gf. And took off.