Frances and I were on our way home tonight after shooting some pool and playing darts. I get off of 275 at the Dale Mabry exit and see a yellow Testarossa getting off the Northbound 275 exit. I figured, what the hell, it's not to often I get an open stretch or road with a Ferrari...at least I'll lose in style.

I pull up next to the guy and match his speed to see if he wants to play. Sure enough I hear him downshift and kinda hang back. So, I do the same and am sitting next to him when he blips the throttle and hops. I return the gesture and then settle in for an ass whooping.

Out of the corner of my eye I see his front end raise at the same time I hear his engine get louder. I feed in the throttle and....to my surprise I start to walk away from him. I shift into 3rd and make it about half way through the gear before shutting it down. I slow back down and the guy won't look over.

We end up clearing a few cars and getting another open stretch, we both down shift but then he hit the breaks and turned down some side street.

Now, I have never claimed my car is fast and will be the first one to say that my car is terrible from a roll. But, whatever the case may be, he wanted to race, we raced and I won .