Coming home from work on Waters a 90-93ish black GT w/ a cowl hood was a few cars back in the next lane. I thought nothing of it. Well for about a half mile this guy makes it a point to change lanes and get on my ass. So I got a light then when it turned green I goosed it alittle and showed off my weight transfer From that point he made it a point to get infront of me. I let him go by(Didn't feel like racing, I was mad hungry) By that time I needed to get into the left lane but it was block by another car and I missed my turnoff. (must have been an omen) Well I turn onto Sheldon heading north w/ him behind me. As I turn he squeels his tires(Yippie he's on regular radials, time to holeshot him But I was nice and decided to stay in 3rd around 45-50ish. Then I hear him drop into 2nd and chirp the tires. I wait till he's about 1 car ahead then just floor it in 3rd. As I shift into 4th and passing him at the same time(saw his shift light, it was perdy) I shut down about 1-1.5 cars ahead. I was already wayyy over the speed limit. Oh well, the car looked mean but wasn't. I was hoping it was a pretty quick 5 liter. I know my throwout bearing was pissed at me after that race since it's been making noises since the TR track day.
-Mark