you guys seem bored in this forum so here is a good old fashioned road kill story. My buddy and i were crusin the local drag in our town in his silver 89 sho. his car was completly stock except for a superchips chip, and the removal of mufflers and resonator. he also had the passenger seat out of the car to save weight. so im sittin in the back while hes drivin lookin for girlies or new opponents to race, when all of a sudden while we were at a light, a red viper pulls up next to us.(a r/t 10 i believe, and it looked older, like a mid 90's). my friend jokingly threw up a few revs and because of the lack of any sound deadening device, the guy in the viper (with the top down) looked over at us and gave us a "you stupid kids, dont you know a taurus is a grandma car" look. then to our suprise when the other light turned yellow we hear his revs climb like hes gettin ready to launch. my buddy wasnt about to waste this oppurtunity. when the light turned green we both took off with screeching tires and screaming exhausts. but somthing was wrong, very wrong. we were in front of the viper. as the revs climbed to 8500, we had to shift, even though that yamaha moter likes to spin, the ford accesories dont. so when we shifted at about 45mph we were still ahead but a viper goes to 62mph in first, so he kept pulling in 1st gear. needless to say we never caught up after he shifted into second, but the look in that guys face when he saw the "grandma" taurus kicking his snake ass, was priceless. i bet he shit his pants.