On my way home from school. Just got a few forties, and a pushstart because my starter was loose. (I was told the problem was that my car was a Ford.) Making a left onto the on-ramp to get on the highway. Three cars were in front of me. This on-ramp is notorious for rear-end accidents because people are too lazy and fat to bother to check their mirrors, over their shoulders, or look for headlights. Its roughly 9:30pm. I always take it slow on this one. And I look for cars traveling my way when crossing the overpass. So I know what to expect when merging.
So I take it slow and get on it when I get out in traffic. But just a little bit. The second car inline was a Sunfire GT. I guess he took this as a a challenge to his GT'ness. He pulled out and started drafting me. I was pissed and just wanted to get home, drink my beer and study. I could care less about that turd of a car. So I let him keep up with me. But just a little bit. Both of us caught the next red light. I rolled down the passengers window and talked him up. Thats a nice car (it was clean). Its fast too

. You sprayin? No. Turbo? No. (Me) I guess I need a tuneup, she IS runnin a little slow tonight.
(Me) OK Lets go to the sign. (Him) OK. The sign is a little more than the 1320. Maybe 3/8 mile.
I ran through the gears shifting at 4500 with 4.10's. Homeboy was toast from the get-go. He had big rims and lots of spin. I just hooked up right away. When I made it to the sign he was half way there. He shut it down, tucked his tail between his legs and turned off at the next exit. Saw him 2 weeks later at the gas station and he denied it. Guess he was a sore loser.