Actually, more like a** whoopin'! I was on the way to my friends house to eat dinner. I was on a three lane interstate, not very much traffic, when I see this HS aged boy in a 2-door 3-series, no badges. It wasn't an M3, but it was lowered, custom wheels, looked like 18"s, exhaust, and clear corner lights. I slowed and waited for him to catch up. I haven't beaten anyone in a while. I always get the Rustangs with no emblems and they always end up being modded Cobra's! Anyways, he pulls up behind me, and after we get to an open stretch, he decides to make a pass. He pulls into the right lane, and I can hear his auto downshift. We were going about 60, and I threw it in fourth. As he was going by, I gave it some gas to match his speed. As we reached 80, I could tell he was on it cause his exhaust was screaming, so I threw it in third and floored it. I pulled HARD on him, and then shifted into 4th and kept on it until around 110. I slowed down to 70 and gave him the flashers. He just stayed behind me. We got off on the same exit, and I let him fly by me. It was such a sad race. I can't wait to be SC'd so I can make lil rich boys in their Bimmers cry!