When you blow a lesser car away and the driver is a great sport about it. I was heading home from dropping the kids off and caught a red light when I notice out of my side mirror a Mustang pulling up. It looked to be a 71 convert with a couple that were heading out for dinner. I figured there was nothing going on so I would just cruise off and get home. The light turns green and I ease off and he gets on it. As soon as I hear him I drop it and slapped second and car starts pulling. By the time I got third I was 5 cars out and climbing. My car really felt sluggish and I never really got in to the power but it did go. The Mustang started to blink his head lights and pulled back behind me to say he was beat. I slowed to let him catch up and I got a big thumbs up and a piece sign as I let him take the lead. I wish every run was like that, win or lose. It was good sport. Wayne
Sounds like a good kill to me! :TU: Don't you just hate it when the race is over and you know you could have whooped him better if only you were prepared? ou:
