Crazy White Stang
My wife and I were coming home from Brahms a little while ago because they were having a special on double-dip ice cream cones. I'm driving stick one-handed with a cone in the other down Route 66.
I see HID lights in my rear view mirror and notice a white 90s Mustang with black plasti-dip stripes closing in very rapidly. He changes lanes and for a moment I think he's going to pass me. Then he slows down to match my speed and starts revving his engine. I avoid eye contact and maintain my speed. I'm driving a stock 1.4L turbo. Only mods are the tinted lights, so I know there is no contest to be had. My wife looks over at my strained expression and begins laughing. "Does this happen to you often?" she asks.
The Mustang driver begins to lose patience and does a quick burst of speed to get ahead. Then his window rolls down and a fat hand flips me the bird. Now it's my turn to laugh. "No, this doesn't happen to me often."
The Mustang rolls his window back up and takes up position next to me again, where he begins revving. My wife's smile becomes slightly menacing. "Want me to hold your cone so you can race him?" It takes me a moment to realize she is serious.
I love my wife.
In the end, the Mustang got bored and left and we made it home safe. Moral of the story: Mustang owners be jealous of how good our Sonics look.