I love driving home, it seams like it's th only time people want to race.

I was driving on a blvd, I was chasing a Boxter S (he didn't want to race) when one of those 2dr square montecarlos SS (older style) was on my tail. As soon as he got a clear shot at the lane next to mine he was off, I chased him down... at about 60mph I caught him, and in 3rd gear I started to gain the lead. It was over by the time I hit 4th gear (over 90mph) I had over a carlength on him. He tryed again at the next light we were off and we stayed even until 70-75 mph, when 3rd gear started to pull @5500 rpm.(that is my favorite spot, when the shorter intake runners take over) Nedless to say I whopped him again. we caught some traffic, he went ahead of me through traffic. as soon as he got a clean shot he was off again. I chased..... took him down @ 95mph. He suddenly decided to turn left... And I was not about to let him get away without looking me in the eye. so I got behid him, we made the left... he took off, Again I chased, reeled him in and when I was about to pass him, he decided to make the next street his "temporary" exit. I hate when people are sore loosers. If you loose you loose, don't be a puzz about it.

N-E-ways.... sorry if it's long, had to share it with my "Maxx-Brothers". THE MAXX-S-TER KICKS ***..... AGAIN.

P.S.
I don't care how ugly my tailights are.... that's just more of a reason to show them off to all of my Victims.