This story took place in late July last summer. I was cruizing around town in my 430 powered 85 T/A. It was a loud, two tone crappy looking T/A. IT was quite the eye sore come to think of it. At any rate, I find myself at the light with a brand new BMW Z4. IT was some mid-30s guy who trying to impress his lady friend. he seemed like the type of guy that focused to much on his career. and not enough on family or a serious relationship with a lady. Needless to say, he was desperatly tryig to get her interested. I played right into him and threw a few revs, nothing crazy just to get his attention. he gives me a look as though I'm poor white trash that isn't good enough for him. Then it was on. the light turns, he mashes it I get right into to it, holding only the primaries we are neck and neck until his high-winder builds some rpm and begins to pull away. I then snap the secondaries open and the 430 goes incredible hulk on his ass roaring to life. he looks over just as I throw it into second and pull away even quicker. he eventually gives up, and I go about my business. Naturally I was out of gas at this point, so I pull into the local gas stop and begin to refuel when I hear the Beamer pul in behind me. he begins to lecture me and act like a raging moron and tries to push me around. I'm not a fighter, and I calm the guy down. He called me a punk, and I said I was a punk with a much faster car then yours. his lady friend laughed at that and he stormed off. that was probably the sweetest kill I had in the 'bird. I miss that car.
