At the light, I am behind what turned out to be a stock VR6 ( found out after we ran), and a porshe in the right hand lane. ( dont know what model)

Light goes green....VR6 takes the turn like a bat outta hell, and im stuck behind the porshe. I go around him and start reeling in the VR6, and had to back off..for fear of rear-ending it.

I backed off, and now porshe guy is on the side of me.....he tries to leave me....I switch over, and start reeling him in....at the top of 3rd when he realised he wasnt pulling away, the motherfucker slammed his brakes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thats it! I had enough of that prick, so I go up ahead clear some traffic. VR6 gets next to me, and I let him go first, easily pulled him, before we come up on some slow pokes!

Make another turn for the home stretch!
I wait on mr VR6....low 2nd gear...we exchange greets, and I tell him to go! I let him hit it, mash the pedal, grab 3rd, top of 3rd, and look back!

He was obliterated!! Multiple football field lengths! Found out he was stock.... ...oh well, he got it good!!Gave me props and we went our ways.

Here is the killer:

Wife: Were you racing?
ME: Nope
Wife: I heard you! Who won?
ME: You're kidding me right?