weirdest encounter yesterday night...
 

I *doubt* it was one of you guys, because seriously this guy was acting like an idiot. Ran into a black CL-s on 24-Telegraph by Dearborn... had some bling wheels and probably some headers/exhaust (pretty loud), actually looked pretty decent. He kept motioning me to race, but I didn't feel like it... (lots of cops around the area, not really in the mood.) Finally, it looked like he gave up on me, and I forgot about him. We caught a light at Michigan, and then I left the light normally.... he smoked tire and "beat me" to the next light.

This is where the story gets hilarious... he roles down the window, and starts yelling all this stuff about how my car is slow, and how he smokes out "Rustangs" all day long. At this point, I'm thinking this guy has got to be kidding... this is freaking DEARBORN, home of FoMoCo, and I'm driving a lightly modded black COBRA -- and I'm really doubtful that he'll be smoking me out anytime soon.

I shake my head, roll up my window and just keep driving. Again, the last thing I need is some moron inciting me to race, and then getting busted for going 100mph down Telegraph. He doesn't give up though, he keeps on egging me on.... at this point, I'm thinking one of two things. Either a) this guy is just the biggest moron on earth, or b) maybe he's a cop trying to incite me to race. Finally I give up... and roll down my window.

"You wanna race to 40 mph?", I ask him.
"Why the hell would I race to 40?", he says. "That's barely even starting a race!"
"Well, ok. 60 then.", I respond. "By 60, I'll be so far ahead that going any faster would just be a waste of gas."

So he continues to babble about how my rustang will fall apart before I hit 60mph, and so on and so forth. So we line up... and the light turns green. The hilarious part is, he jumped out, maybe a half second before the light shifted, and I didn't budge, so he was maybe 2 cars ahead of me. I feather the clutch, stomp the gas, and by 60, he was buslengths behind me.

Don't worry, the story gets better. At the next light, he starts complaining about how he missed a shift, and how this and that. Honestly, I would race him again, but I'm not in the mood, and I don't have anything to prove -- besides, from the way his car ran, it wouldn't have been worth the effort. At this point, I'm really done with him, so I tell him I have to go, compliment him on his car, and then just move to leave. I start driving away, and comes up behind me with his high beams on, flies around me on the right, and speeds off (probably 80mph down Telegraph) with his blinkers on.

I have no words to describe that experience... it was seriously surreal. :ugh:

on behalf of all CL owners everywhere I apologize. :blush: :D

My next car, COBRA :) .

Yeah, I know it wasn't anyone on here, but I have *never* had such a weird "racing" experience ever. It was pretty hilarious, because even if the guy was driving a Ferrari that was twice as fast as my car, it wasn't like *I* was the one who was instigating anything. I tried *not* to race for a good half a mile at least. <shrug>

:thumbsup: It's good you kept your cool.

Something like that happened to me once (not quite as :ugh: of a situation) but I was just reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelaxing at 2 a.m. and some dickhead wanted to race... I said YEAH LET'S GO YOU STUPID FUCK and got him really heated... I was in the left lane, him in the middle. He spins his tires and takes off and I took a left.

:owned:

that was me

what year cobra

typeR... it was an '03... darrinB, you're middle eastern?

really?

:pofl:

ph34r the interwebb sarcasm

:no: :rofl:

actually, i think he is

not from the pics i've seen. :dunno:

You shouldn't have even wasted your gas. Nice kill (i think) anyways :dunno:

i am middle eastern, but no that wasnt me racing

Damn that was a harsh story but right there is where it really went south. What a tool. :doh:

Surprised you wasted the gas.

i hate the ricer fly bys...