My dad and I are on Ulmerton today in the HF going to get the rattleriffic exhaust fixed when we come across this bright red late model Cutlass. I know it was a Cutlass because it said so in big letters on the side. It had exhaust and some bling to the rims. Of course the Aint Skeerd sticker on the back showed me he meant business with his serious race prepped Cutlass. I blow it off until I hear/see him holeshot it from a light. I look at my dad and he shakes his head. I say to him Im sorry I cant let this slide as I hammer it in second gear. The IMSA Cutlass is still under full forward steam as I saunter past him short shifting into 5th while running every gear out to a lofty 5500 rpm. Next light he compliments me on my light car status and proceeds to put the car in neutral. Hmmmmm. He then decided that it was best to sit there in neutral with the car bouncing off the rev-limiter for the next 2 minutes crying for mercy. It sounded like a diesel with a 2 step stutter box. I wisely decided not to mess with such a serious effort street machine again and call it an afternoon.