During my lunch today I had to go renew my tags (expired nine days ago) at the Secretary of State Office (DMV for those not in Michigan). I was driving rather carefully as to not attract the wrong kind of attention when a red Baretta GT with exceptionally nice rims turns onto the road in the lane next to me. Still driving sensibly, and thinking how nice those rims looked on that Baretta, I check my rear view, only to see (and hear) him speed up (tranny forced into second-high pitched whine of the engine). Being that it was such a beautiful day--a day not to lose in, I responded just enough so as not to allow him to get to my passenger door. This must have been frustrating to him because he kept trying best me. Well, still concious of the fact that I had expired tags, and very aware of the 70 mph I was traveling through the WMU campus (35 mph speed limit), I slowed down to a respectable 45 mph. He did likewise, most likely because of the car in front of him. As we made the sharp right sweep, I accelerated to get around the car in front of him, and heard him follow suit--again with the downshift to second, and his poor 3.1 (or whatever) winding out to try to catch me through the curve. Back up to 65 mph, we bothI swiftly changed lanes, me pulling in front of the car that was in front of him, and he trying to get out and around me and the other car. Never once did he even get a second glance at my "Supercharged" badge on my doors. At the next light, he was directly behind me. It was a "T" intersection where the right lane turned right and the middle and left lanes turned left. The light went green and I smoothly and slowly turned left, with him desperatly trying to get around me. At this particular intersection, the middle lane turned onto the right lane of the other road which immediatly provided an additional right hand turn lane for an intersection a few hundred yards up. As soon as he could, he again downshifted and wound his engine up and passed me in this new turn lane. As I looked over, he kept a stair straight ahead, not making eye contact at all. Then, he turned right and slunk away before I could laugh at his sorry--but sharp, ride.

Nice kill dude! I killed a 3.1 yesterday. Two in two days!

Why don't they ever look?

If I got beat I would look over and give the thumbs up. Kids.

He was

Couldn't face up to the fact that a four door family car beat him. Little does he know

Thanks guys!