Been a pretty active night for the stealth. She got in 3 kills tonight while I was in the city of Bel Air, Maryland. There's an older gentleman who lives with a 94 base (origonal owner) who asked me to drive down and take a look at his car for him (the water pump siezed).
On the way to his place, I pull up to an intersection and a silver Porche 911 turbo pulls up next to me. The driver was a middle age man, dressed business casual. He looks over to me, I look back, and we both smile. I rev at him a little, and he nods back. Light turns yellow for the opposing trafic and we tach it up.
Light turns green, we launch, and I get a major jump on him off the bat. I had him all the way thru 1st, but when I shifted to 2nd, he regained some distance. I had him most of the way thru 2nd (about 70mph) when he passed. By the time I got into 3rd he was pulling away. Next intersection was my turn. The Porche driver slowed down, got next to me, and gave me the thumbs up. No $500 race for me...
Now, driving in MD reminds me a lot of driving thru that lovely state of Illinois(ing). People consistantly drive 90, the roads are rough, tolls are frequent, 10mile long backups are common... On the way home, as I'm comming out of a GG (gotta gawk - refers to an accident in the opposing lane is causing a back up because people need to slow down to look at it), a gold 1G Talon FWD turbo comes racing up behind me.
The driver was a young kid. The car had wheels, exhaust, boost and blinky gauge in a pod, and I think I saw the blue glow of an SAFC. He pulls up next to me, looks over, and I nod. We slow to 40mph and I wait for his signal. He honks 3 times then waits for some reason... I let off and wait for him to accellerate. Then I just floor it.
I don't know what happened to him. Took it to the top of 3rd, looked behind me, and he was gone.
So as I'm slowing back down, out of no where comes this maroon 4 door saturn. A young black kid was driving. For some reason, the monkey gets it in his head to play the tail gating game with me. I think I was going about 85 at this point.
I left the car in 6th and slowly braught it up to 90. The kid stayed on my tail.
Accellerated to 95. Kid was still there.
Said, "to hell with it" stayed on the gas and just kept accelerating (part throttle, 6th gear still).
At about 100 I was finally putting some distance between us.
At 110 he couldn't keep up but for some reason didn't give up.
At 115 I looked behind me to see him put his 4 ways on and pull over to the side of the road.
I eased off and drove the rest of the way home normally.
