Just turning onto a long, rural four lane divided parkway, and this vette is behind me. Soon as we make the turn the car infront of me cuts over to the 2nd lane and the vette was gonna do the same and try to sweep around me. So I got on it a little and made him drop behind me. 
We both pass the car and he eases up beside me (sweet car, lowered on chrome rims, one of those little TV's). I think he was waiting for me to punch it, but I had a car a little ways infront. So he gets a car or so infront of me and to my suprise, he just nails it. I jump over in his lane and follow chase, he got up on some cars and got out of it. Soon as he cleared the cars, he literally cuts off the last one so I could get up next to him. Indicating to me he wants to run. Finally side by side on a little straight, no one infront of us, cruisin about 50, we both nail it. I got the jump first and pulled about a car, and then put 1-2 more on him, got up to about 100-110 and the road was bending a little too much for my comfort level and I got out of it at around 125. He blows by and we both turn off at the same street, from what I could tell it looked like he had exhaust, not the stock tips anyway. He seem to be pretty pissed a 3rd gen put a few on him and held him off too, as he made a left into a residential street and boiled the tires through the intersection. Poor sport.
We both pass the car and he eases up beside me (sweet car, lowered on chrome rims, one of those little TV's). I think he was waiting for me to punch it, but I had a car a little ways infront. So he gets a car or so infront of me and to my suprise, he just nails it. I jump over in his lane and follow chase, he got up on some cars and got out of it. Soon as he cleared the cars, he literally cuts off the last one so I could get up next to him. Indicating to me he wants to run. Finally side by side on a little straight, no one infront of us, cruisin about 50, we both nail it. I got the jump first and pulled about a car, and then put 1-2 more on him, got up to about 100-110 and the road was bending a little too much for my comfort level and I got out of it at around 125. He blows by and we both turn off at the same street, from what I could tell it looked like he had exhaust, not the stock tips anyway. He seem to be pretty pissed a 3rd gen put a few on him and held him off too, as he made a left into a residential street and boiled the tires through the intersection. Poor sport.
I hope to run into him again, I have some go fast goodies to put on this year. Guaranteed to kill him bad!
