So today I was on my way out to school, and I guess I wasn't goin fast enough for the red '94 Cobra mustang behind me, so he downshifted and passed on my right. Since I'm a Ford guy to the bone, I quickly caught up and gave him a nod. He mouthed something to me. At that point I didn't care if he was a Ford boy or not, I wanted to kick his ass. I can't pull over and do it so i get on it. He downshifts to second. We're going about 45. I'm back into first or second showing him the business as we fly up a hill. Pretty even. He hits third and passed me. I have the pedal to the floor, thinkin', "yup, thats what I get." But the road we're on turns into a four lane highway and he's not showing any signs of letting off and I'm not either. We hit about 110 and he's just not pulling hard anymore. i dont know if he got spooked, and even though he could probably kill me from a stop, I call myself the winner. Whatever. It makes me feel better. thanks, just needed to vent. I still love those 94s though. No prejudice after such a heartbreaking experience. ha, you know what i mean?