So heading back from the concrete mile i swcheeeat sounding lemon skittle (srt4) pulls up next to me Sounded like a jet just didnt run like one heh. The driver was a real young kid who had a scarred concentrated look on his face like he was going to war or something. Anyway i dropped into second and stabbed it to let him know i was willing. We got a red light and i asked were he was heading so we could run in a less "hostile" area. And he replied No youll kick my a$$! I was like come on it will be fun and he just kept facing foward, but when we get going agian he keeps pacing me and getting on it, trying to show off or something, cops were everywhere so i wasnt about to be an idiot along with him.
I let him go his merry way and met up with a cool guy from brooksville in a white lt1 formula. We bs'd a little and decided to run from the next light. I bogged more then i wanted to on the launch but by early in forth i had maybey 5 or 6 cars on him. We went agian from a 2nd gear roll, with about the same result, but the was a bike running with us, behind me so, i slowed to see if he wanted any, but he and his passenger just responded with a biker-flyby That doesnt happen much.
Any way if the kid in the skittle sees this next time open up a dialogue if you wana run. And calm down a bit i dont even think you were breathing you looked so nerveous.
And the guy in the formula, GOOD RUN!