This happened about 4 years ago in Atlanta, GA. It was on a Sunday morning just past daylight. I had an early tee time, clubs in the trunk. It was just cool enough for that extra little kick in the pants. I hopped on 400 going south and drifted over to the left lane cruising around 80. There was very little traffic on the road. Out of no where, a white car blew my doors off as he was de-accelerating. I bumped it up to around 100 and fell right in behind him. I eased up real close, close enough to see the small LOTUS letters on the back. I guess he thought I was the cops because when he looked in the rear view mirror and saw me on his tail, I thought he was going to run off the road. Well, he quickly got his stuff together and nailed it. Me, of course stayed right on his bumper. We accelerated until I was finally at full throttle to keep up until he hit a brick wall. It was like he hit his terminal velocity. Well I was pedaling then to not run up on him. We are going so fast that cars, dotted lines, everything is flying past like they are in reverse. My exit is coming up fast and I let out to get off. The first few holes of my golf game suffered pretty bad that morning due to me shaking from excitement. The first person I called was my friend who is also a master mechanic. He asked me why I did not pass him. I have asked myself that question 100 times since then. I should have drifted him and kept going. Mr. Lotus would have probably thought a Monte Carlo blew his doors on top end! He then asked me what the hel* I was doing going that fast with regular Futura tires that he had put on my car. I didn't think about that at the time. My car at the time ran 8.80's in the 1/8th with a 2.2 60' time. It could have been a kill if I would have only...........