Heh, I actually did something kind of like that a while back.
I was leaving work late, so the highways were deserted. As I’m going to the highway on-ramp I pull up behind this guy with a black SRT-8 Magnum (as far as I can tell it’s basically a Charger in station wagon trim) with tinted windows. I’m not paying it too much attention until the light turns green and he pulls out with a decent engine rumble and a nice little tire chirp. Well of course, this piques my interest and so I keep as close behind him as safety and courteous driving allow (read as: I didn’t ride his ***, but I kept up with him while he was having his fun from stop-light to stop-light).
We get to the on-ramp, and the Gods are finally smiling on me because he’s going my way, unlike the rest of the folks who will rev on me during the day when, for whatever reason (traffic, single lane roads, I’m already at my destination) I can’t get into it with them. We pull onto the highway and as we’re doing so he gives it some throttle to pull ahead of me and get into the middle lane. I pull up next to him in the fast lane and look down the highway. I’ve got to tell you, there’s few sights more beautiful than a long stretch of empty black-top when you’re sitting next to a like-minded driver. We look at each other for a moment, sizing up the competition, give a nod, then get down to business. He hammers it down and his car roars that throaty V8 scream and he just starts pulling like there’s no tomorrow. My car was still stock at that point, and from a highway roll there’s not much a stock Tiburon can do to a car like that, so I won’t bore you with the details of the buses that he put on me.
I will however mention the fact that on our third and final run he let me take the jump. He must have felt a little bad for me laboring behind him in the stock Tiburon, because he gave me up until about the top of 5’th to feel good about myself. There I am, my car screaming, he’s nowhere in my peripheral vision, and so I shift, allowing myself for just a moment to believe that maybe all I really needed was a little bit of road in front of me and I’d have him. And then he tears by me like I’m standing still. I skipped right past shocked and embarrassed and just laughed my *** off. We pulled up one last time and exchanged thumbs up, then went our separate ways.
Sometimes messing with cars that thoroughly outclass you can be fun, yanno?