On my way to meet someone this morning, running just a touch behind and as I make the first of 2 turns to get on the ramp to the interstate, this gold Taurus is giving me the business. I don't pay it much attention, had it been an SHO, I might would have. This on ramp is 2 lanes all the way to the interstate, so I jump in the empty right hand lane and go by about 15 cars. I could have kept driving by cars and pushed my way into line as we started to merge, but I'm not that kind of driver. So, once we're on the interstate I start to ease my way over to the far left lane and two of the cars I passed on the ramp block me. One was a white "work van" who soon got over in front of me, NEARLY taking my front bumper off. The orther was a black convertible Vette, red leather. Not sure what year, but I'd guess early 90's. I DID NOT jump behind it as it went by, wasn't looking for trouble. After I see it get in front of the van that's still in front of me, I move to the left of the van and start to ease it up to 75 - 80. The Vette took this as a threatening move and as I was starting to go by him, he jumps on it and goes to the far right lane which is empty, because it becomes and exit only lane in about 2.5 miles. He's on it pretty good (early) and I've got 2 door Saturn in front of me, so I'm not even starting to go. Then the Saturn moves over and I have CLEAR interstate in front of me, with a blocked median for the next 2 miles. Quickly I think, AC - on

, weight - 100 lbs in the trunk and a 200 lb guy with me. As I'm deciding to not play, my buddy says, I thought this was where this car was fastest (75 and up). All this transpires in a matter of about 45 seconds, and the Vette is about a car and a half ahead of me now. I think what the hell ... OK, Lets GO. I drop it back into 3rd and nail it. I'm next to him and by him in NO TIME. My buddy's doing some play by play, but basically he's saying "you're pulling away ...2, 3, 4 car lengths, OH MY GOD. Thsi thing is FAST". We're ..... lets just say going fast. and I'm starting to approach traffic, so I bump it to drive and get out of it. Now my friends play by play scares me "EWWW smoke." Not something you EVER want to hear from a passenger looking backwards as you're hard in the throttle, but he wasn't talking about the Q. The VEtte was blowiong some serious smoke and as I slowed down to get a good look at the smoke as he was exiting, I noticed, it WAS NOT coming from the tail pipes. Instead, it looked like it was coming from under the motor on the passengers side.
The smile on my buddy's face was bigger than mine and he SOOOOOOOOO wanted top double back and apologize for making the guy blow up his Vette.
He said "What do you call it when you beat a guy like that?" I said "A kill?", he said "No, that's a kill, kill". The guy and the car.
Now, that's what a call a Nice Sunday Drive. :fruit