It was really sad.... I was on my way home when this slowing moving red debadged spec v was in front of me. I noticed that he had an aftermarket exhaust so I gave my sti a little lumph and passed him.
He didn't like me passing too well and he came around and did the same to me. ITS ON!!
Got him to follow me to an empty road parallel to the highway, we made 2 runs:
1st run: I told him to go first from a 20mph roll. He downshifed and manage to do a 5 second peel as I waited for him to gain traction. He hung in there for a second and I put an instant 3+ carlengths on him.
2nd run: Rolled to a stoplight, he didn't look like he wanted anymore. So I was about to make a right and call it a night when I heard him peel out across the intersection. oookay... I took my time and launch my car at 5k (his almost across the intersection by this point). As he was trying to gain traction still from his 2nd gear I blew past him. I was in the next time zone by the time I let off. He made a U turn and that was that..
Not sure why I raced it. Maybe because I used to own one? Maybe I just felt like a ****? Its was like sqashing a fly... at least he was kinda cool about it.