So on my way to work the other evening I met up with my friends dad on the interstate. I saw him up ahead of me so I sped up a little to get beside him, if only to hear that beautiful 454. We both already had our windows down and he yells at me to hang back a little bit till we were past all the intersections and traffic.
I fall in back behind him and turn off the stereo and listen to his car for a few miles till we get to some nice straight interstate without traffic. We were both rolling about 70 MPH, and I see exhaust gas start puking out of the tail pipes and he roars forward. He was already pulling away before I even got out of 5th gear.
I knew this wasn't my opportunity so I just sped up a little so as to not completely lose him and followed him on up the road for a few miles. Well as luck would have it, we get to the last stoplight on that stretch of highway for some 30 odd miles, and the stoplight gods smiled upon us... yellow light.
Unfortunately there was a semi in the right lane that I couldn't get in front of, so I'm behind the Chevelle at the light. He sticks his hand out the window and holds his fingure up as to say "hold on". The light turns green, and the semi turns right... YES! I quickly pull into the other lane and line up with him. We both rev a couple of times and kinda laugh at each other. I bring the revs up to around 3700 and then give him the nod to let it go.
Loud roar and smoking tires, that's my sign to go. I slowly feed out the clutch and nail the throttle, nice quick launch, no wheel chirp, just a nice quick lunge forward.
Top of first gear, and I'm about 1/2 a car past him. He grabs second gear and his tires light up again. I top 2nd and am about 1 car ahead of him. Shift to third and start to walk away... I win.
I shut down at about 6800 in 3rd and was about 2.5 cars in front of him. He gets up beside me and is all puzzled looking, I just kinda laughed and gave him the devil horns. We paced each other up the road just kinda screwin around for the next few miles.
We both took the same exit and get to the next light and there is a severely riced out Lancer, I believe it was the OZ Rally edition, but couldn't tell. It definitely was not a Evo. We split to each side of him, me on the left and the Chevelle on the right. We both start reving and staring at the kid. He just kinda starts shaking his head like "Heeeeeeeellll no!!". We kinda laughed and nodded at him and took off on up the road where we eventually took our perspective exits. But it was a pretty fun experience, import meets domestic and all. Just thought I'd share