So, I am visitng St. Louis for the weekend. I was out at Mike Shannon's yesterday night for dinner. As I was leaving around 11:00, I'm on Market St. heading West. I get next to a brand spanking new CL600 Mercedes. There are two guys in it. I didn't look that hard. I was tired. We get off the light and then he steps on it after 2 seconds and pulls right in front of me. From the way it was shifting I could tell it's an automatic. I had just put my new cat-back on and he thought I was stepping on it or something, but I really wasn't. Next light, I'm ready to go. He got on the right lane again and I pull up on the left a little behind him on purpose. He hits it right when the light turns green. I get on it and pull up beside him on first. Shit to second and stay with him till about 3500 RPM. I stayed with him so that I don't start hoping (cold night - cold tires) and just to see what he's got. His car is screaming at that point. So, I floor it at 3500 and blow so much smoke on him that I've never done on any other car. He was 3 cars behind by the time I got to 6000. I had not heard my exhaust at WOT till that point either. Man, this thing is loud at WOT. It was funny as hell. I wish someone was with me. I would have stayed on but I had to turn on Jefferson. Oh well. I enjoyed seeing a $100,000 in my rear view...