Driving to go pick up a custom downpipe for a turbo Civic we are working on, guy in a late 80s GTA pulls next to me. I glance over, not really paying too much attention. He floors it. I glance over at Chad, our tech/race driver, and we both grin. PUP is already at Extreme, so I pull in behind him. We both get in the turn lane, he jets out and cuts in on the car that was in front of him. This guy drunk or just an idiot, I think to myself. We both end up on the interstate, he's about 75 yards in front of me and is cutting in and out of traffic like a moron. He gets in the right lane and is getting off at the same exit as me... Again, I look at Chad and smile. I pull up behind him. As the offramp merges, he hits it. I wait until I am lined up, but he's to far ahead. I bite my lip and sure enough, traffic slows him down. I pull side by side... I slow... I wait, Chad says HIT IT. I do. He hits it. Much to his surprise, he cant pull on me. In fact, I begin to inch away. I shut her down, he immediately gets over and pulls off to get some gas, lick his wounds, whatever... . Minivan with some service guys goes by me honking the horn... window down, they give the thumbs up. Guess they witnessed the whole thing.
Merry Christmas!!!!
Merry Christmas!!!!