So im driving down 98 towards I4 and lo and behold a mulletore in late 80s camaro. hes got the custom 2 inch dual exhaust then i detect a hint of camming (over my own). he gets a little aggressive and does multiple lane changes till he finally ends up right in front of me again. now were on the on-ramp for I4 i see the tell-tale puff of V8 smoke that says hes dipping into it so i corner through the turn get on it and i see his head turn back in attempt to detect what is making all the noise. we get onto I4 at about 70 hes still in front of me... he speeds up and we level off at about 80. then i see his big gapped tooth grin in his mirror the thought through his head must of been like this
daggone man i bet that wuss little honda bent up hood tiny little white bam diggun boom be i gonna get him lost in my mullet trail

he stands on it hard brown smoke pouring out. for reasons unknown im already in 4th i step on it... before i made it to 100 i was about 3 feet from eating his bumper so i had to back off. i pull it out o fgear and coast. mo-fuggers still on it. i see it shift again and i wish i had fog lights. i swear that he blew something so much smoke i thought i was at a dead concert.
anyway he did the mullet Im gonna keep hauling ass and hope he doesnt come after me (the oatmeal version of a ricer fly-by).

was it a kill? you decide but i saw its another notch in my steering wheel for the panty dropper.