Like I said, he started it, not me, I already knew what the outcome would be. He was looking to pick on the little jap car with the loud exhaust with his "American muscle" and got his ass spanked instead. I know his type, deal with them all the time, hell I use to be one (minus the mullet) when I had my Mustang. Now I have a 1993 MX-6 V6 with a JDM swap and a couple bolt ons, and btw have beaten way better than that IROC.

I posted that in a hurry and left out part of the story. I saw him coming up in my mirror and didn't think anything of it. I was just driving to work, minding my own business. Then he pulls up next to me, gives me this smug look, down shifts and hits it. At that point for me it was game on once we got past the bit of traffic ahead of us. I found the whole thing humorous, especially the part where he tried to keep up with me over the on ramp/overpass and couldn't come close, even with me not pushing it. And then had to do a ricer fly-by with his "American muscle" and mullet blowing in the wind. I guess you had to be there, because that shit was funny.

Oh, and that year IROC came with a 305 rated at 170 at the crank. Then take into consideration any mods he had plus age and mileage on his motor. My little V6 is only rated at 200 at the crank, not that impressive at all. I'm gonna hit one of the dyno sessions at Pete Stop soon and I bet I'm only putting about 170 to the wheels.