I normally don't respond too much to street racing threads. I had a run-in the other day with an older 928 Gemballa. In case there are some unfamiliar with those cars here's what I remember. 5.0L V8, SOHC I think. Ported heads, exhaust, high compression pistons and rockin out about 330 horsepower I think. This dude wanted to be a terd. He had a strong sounding car and I guess he got upset when he heard mine over his while pulling away from a light. I didn't think too much of him at first until he started with the BS. The next light he swerved over in front of me no more than 40 feet from a red light and jammed on the binders. I damn near rear ended him just out of principle. Light goes green and he just putts away from it, I don't think he even used first gear. As soon as we get across the intersection I'm looking to get around him. For the next 1/8 mile or so every lane change I made, he matched so I couldn't get around him. Finally I got fed up and dropped it into second at about 35. As soon as the boost gage hit 9, i swung out from behind him with the exhaust absolutely screaming. He tried to keep up but there was no chance of that. I let up at about 65ish and coasted back down to 55. He tried to pull the same stunt at the very next light but I swerved over into the lane he came out of and glared at him as we waited. He started to say something and i just sat there and held the engine at about 3 grand so I couldn't hear him and he couldn't hear himself think. I hate jackasses like that. They make my road rage flare up.
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