Yesterday, I was on my way to a friends house in Milford(about two towns over) and on the way right before I jump onto the highway I stop at a light and there's a 97ish body style mustang cobra in front of me.
Before any ford owners get all hyped up, my friends have a 97 cobra himself, 01 cobra svt, 01 lightning with built motor and kenne bell charger, another 01 lightning, and an 89 fox body style 5.0. I don't know everything about mustangs, and I certainly respect them, but this guy had "SMOKE U" for his license plate...
I wouldn't put "SMOKE U" on my license plate unless I was rocking a 10 second street car or something to that effect. Of course I gotta see what this guy has, I just put a few gallons of 103 octane in the car yesterday to mess around, so timing couldn't be better.
We get on the highway, and just paced him for a few, then I pull up alongside him. I try to get him to race, and he points and laughs at my car. Then his father in the passenger seat proceeds to taunt me and tell me I have a small member. Why? I don't know? Mud slinging isn't a requirement for me to walk on him.
So finally he jumps on it, after much coaxing. He jumps forward but I was high in the rpms and start to pull and he lets off. I push him further to get on it and finally he does and I let him jump ahead to make sure we're gonna go at it this time and I jump on it. As I pass him, I make sure to give him and his father a wave as I pass him.
They still thought it was funny when I slow down to tell him he's got a slow car and that I smoked him. He was definitely an all around toolkit, the type of person I look forward to beating.