It's 8pm-ish. I'm cruising back home on the usual main stretch of street in my town. The air is cool, but not too cold, traffic isn't bad, no cops, no ricer civic tail gating me or revving along side to showboat. It's a relaxing night. The only issue was the Ford Escape driving exactly the speed limit (35mph) on the road two cars up, but I was in a good mood, didn't matter.
That's when I hear it.
Raspy, loud, and that's about it. I look to the slow lane and see a fellow 99 Black new edge V6
Stang creating this awful ruckus. The car is bone stock, minus the dual tips peeking under the rear bumper. (it still had those awful 3 spoke stock alloys some of the 99's came with) I'm thinking the guy had the Y pipe dual exhaust... than again I've heard a V6
Stang sound like a bunch of angry bees before.
The light turns green, he "floors it" I can hear him before his car even moves. He does it again at the second light. I'm thinking, first off, there's no point on driving like that, nobody to show off to. (he hasn't spotted me, I'm sitting a few cars back) he's revving at the Ford Escape. And he's doing it at every light. I kinda felt bad for the Ford Escape driver, the guy was clearly not going to take the bait.
I finally couldn't take it. I always wanted to see how my car stacked up against a fellow V6. I never usually do stupid things with my car. Heck, my friends make fun of me for driving like a granny. But, here was the perfect chance.
The light turns green. He "floors it". The next light is far away. I switch lanes and go around the Escape and catch up. I know he sees me, the guy hesitates his "all out" acceleration. His choking rapsy exhaust subsiding. He's probably wondering what the heck is coming up on him. (blue HIDs, with yellow fogs) He probably thought some ricer Integra was pulling up. I see him check out my car as I cruise along, I then rev. He immediately looks forward and slows down.
I cruise along side him for a good stretch. What happened to all that gumption he had at the previous lights when the Escape was cruising with him? It was all gone at that point. At the next light he took a quick sharp turn. And that was that.
Moral of the story: Don't drive like a d-bag.
