Ok.. so im cruising to work and this middle aged, goofy looking dood driving a newish black porche 911 Carrerra is behind me.. TOTAL mid life crisis machine.. has an aftermarket spoiler on the back and all of the rear badging has been removed and had a cutesy personalized plate.. So suddenly the left lane opens up (1 lane each direction) and this dood passes me and the truck in front of me hard.. I could hear it was a non turbo carrera (badging removed and wheels were aftermarket..) Then he gets stuck in traffic in front of the truck in front of me.. about 10 minutes later we rolled into town and the street opened up to 2 lanes.. he immediately starts darting through traffic and showing off.. I just carefully pick my lanes and end up behind him at a light.. Hes in pole position.. Light goes green and he starts to accelerate fairly normally.. I just follow behind him.. We shift to the left lane to pass a car in our lane.. Now the street is totally open and empty in front of us.. Im keeping my car in 3rd gear doing about 55 ish following him.. I hear him downshift and maintain his speed so i get ready.. I start to ease into the gas pedal to start my turbo spooling and i start inching up on his bumper then he drops the hammer.. I drop my foot to the floor at the same instant.. He pulls about a foot in front of me then i quickly reel him back and shoot to the right hand lane.. By the time i shift to 4th ive got 2 car lengths on him and hes still in it. A coupla seconds later im starting to walk him even more and he shuts down.. As we get up to the next light i look over and he looks PISSED. He quickly shifts over to the left hand turn lane.. THe guy we passed was an old timer in a old ford f250.. He rolls to a stop behind me and i expect him to be pissed that we had raced.. I look in my rear view and hes laughing his ass off slapping his steering wheel and pointing at the porche.. Ahh what a great morning..


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