so, cruising home for lunch (fast food sucks after awhile), I'm sitting at the light, blasting some Metallica. Road is a 3 lane in each direction, except the far right lane merges into the center lane after this light. I'm in the left lane, an Escalade in the center and currently I can't see what's in the right lane. The light goes green and I leave like I normally do, but I hear this car just opening it up and what do I spy but a silver 350z getting on it to merge to the center lane. We mad eye contact and he floors it. Instantly my face went from to
. I floored it, hit 2nd at 7 grand and mashed the carpet again and roared past him to announce that it's on. We bolt to the next light to watch the last of the turn lane go. I knew it was about to go green, so I revved up alittle as he did the same. Green light hits and I bolt off the line, murdering my pathetic stock replacment clutch. I rowed through the gears, pulling and pulling on him til I shut it down somewhere north of 110mph (speedometer is off, need a new speedo gear). I looked at the passenger window, didn't see him. Looked in the rear view and there he was, 5 lengths back and staying there. No thumbs up, no chit chat, no "hey, nice run". Just staying back there. Guess it sucks when a 6 year old Cobra can still kick some new model ass :-D