So I'm sitting at the light on Independence and I've been watching this Mustang in my rearview in the other lane for a bit. It's a red Fox body Mustang with a cowl hood, Saleen wing, Welds/skinnies, and some old school 5 star looking rims. When he pulls next to me I hear a pretty big cam and a 'loud' blower whine. I immediatly think to myself..."Self, this should be a rare and interesting ass whooping I'm about to receive". So I rev the guy and he looks over at me kinda cocky like and when he gets a little room he stabs it and breaks the tires loose. He does it several times, I think he was just trying to show me that I dont want any. But of course I do want some, so I follow him down to Hillsborough heading towards Oldsmar and the road finally clears up, so i get beside him and slowly let the tranny drop into my gear of choice, he looks over and kinda grins, I pop it up for him and he goes, then I go and I start to pull him and have a solid car on him before we have to slow down. He gets next to me again just to see if this was his imagination, so we go again and this time we have enough room for me to put 2 cars on him. I slow down to give him the freindly 'you lost' waive but the guy never looked over again. He seemed to me in some kind of fog...like a lost puppy...I wonder why