I was on my way back home from school late last night, and was just cruising along on a long, two lane highway. I notice something coming up in my rear view mirror, and slow down to let it caught up. It comes rolling by me and I notice it's an old school Porsche 911. It was beautiful - white with black wheels and a huge wing on the back. I slowly speed up next to him, and we then approach a red light. He downshifts to slowly cruise to the light, and so I can hear his aftermarket exhaust and his turbo whizzing. It sounded mean. But I returned the favor, and he got to hear my open 3" downpipe.
The light turned green and we both speed up to 65mph. He was from Florida, so I had to give him a warm welcome to Georgia. 
I downshifted first, to let him know I wanted to run. He then downshifted, and we both hit it. He instantly pulled half a car on me, but that was all. 
I stuck him, and slowly started pulling up on him. By the time I shifted it 4th, I was even with him. Midway through 4th I had half a car on him. Then we both let off. HAHA He had to turn off, and honked his horn at me, and I gave him a thumbs up. Yes, another worthy kill for the mighty 1.6L!
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