my first race in the mustang.. i was coming home late saturday nite and my exit was comming up so i shot over two lanes cause i nearly missed it cause i was space'n out. as i was turning from the bottom of the ramp i notice a tires squeling from behind me so i was like what the heck was that i look in my right side mirror and i see a car trying to catch up! i was cruising about 40 then i see this new black altima pull next to me with some punk kid who was like 16 or so. he was with his dork buddie (prolly in momies car) well he gunned it and started to pass me i could not pass up the offer so i did also! i quickly caught up and then i passed him i looked down i was almost at 100! and he was like two three car lenths behind me!! i was like wtf? why isnt he spanking me i thought it was a 3.5 but it was a wimpy 2.5 so i slowed it down then he summonds me to roll down my window so i did... he asked me if i wanted to race a eclipse turbo bla bla bla! i was like no i already beat you dude! well he then flips me off and called me a chicke s***t i ignored the stupid uneducated punk and drove off! this is why i dont street race anymore too many a$$ h**# sore losers out there!