im driving my bone stock 61 Falcon four door home after a long night. Its about 3 am, and US-1 in southern CT is dead and all the stoplights are on flash. My girlfriend at the time had just left me after 4 years that night so I was in rare form, but I was being a good citizen doing 40 mph. Out of no where, a 5.0 convertible sneaks up behind me and I can kind of tell the driver is checking my car out. So I keep driving figuring it was an older guy just checking out my antique. Turns out it's some 18 year old with his girl in the car
kid pulls up next to me and starts revving hard. I kinda laugh because i thought this dipshit was kidding around. C'mon my car is about 100 hp and weighs 3 tons. Well we get to one of the few stoplights that are still working and he keeps revving. So, I think to myself "what the fuck?" Put her into neutral, revved, and at the green dropped it into drive. Barely chirped the tires and take off. The mustang beat the christ out of me on the line and pulled past me quick, but the dumbass missed a shift bad and I shot past him at about 40 mph. My car only has 2 gears (love that automatic) so i just kept my foot to the floor and took it up to about 85. At this point he was coming up on me fast. I held it at around 90 and waited for him to catch up. He looked kinda pissed off that i had gotten him that far, so we both backed it off and got back down to regular speeds.
Kind of an anticlimatic ending but man was that fun. And boy does my car handle like ass that fast. Fastest I ever drove it was 100, which with no seatbelts a steel dash, and no other safety equipment was a retarded thing to do.
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