This was nice. On my way home from BGSU I see a Blk 911 shilouette (spelling) blasting onto a down hill on ramp. I had just gotten done dusting some fool in an old coupe deville who had peeled out his tires behind me. I later caught up with the about late 80's 911 in the left lane at about 70 or so mph. He yielded to the right and I semi floored it past him with my 4.5" Helix TBE bellowing in the cooled dense night air. Way too tempting, the 911 gave chase. I thought to myself slow down pup for there is an unassuming cop hangout just over below the present overcrest. He waited impatiently. As we cleared the cop hangout I slowed to about 60 in a 65 to taunght the coupe/ targa. As planned he downshifts and proceeds to pass me on the right, I stay in third to see if I can hold him off..I do....Cool. We get off at the same exit and both are making a right on to the same street. As I wait for traffic I proceed to give him a brief lesson in aroma therapy with a catless TBE flat four. I rev like a hooligan spewing smoke for what seemed like days almost turning the night into day. As soon as the traffic cleared I slowly start to roll away just to give him a chance at a run. He stays right with me and once he looked even I floor it at the end of first and shift so on. Dusted hard. Atleast by the length of four cars till about 60 mph when we stopped for traffic. He slowly crept up to me on my left. I looked over my shoulder, and smiled. He did the same. We both spoke the language of spirited driving. It goes beyond all cultural stigmas because fast is fast, is fast. Simply put, a fun night.