So Im out with a buddy cruising around, enjoying the crisp cool air. Not expecting to get into any trouble, we come along a familiar set of taillights. My eyes can't help but to look under that right side tail, hoping to see Z28. It was an LT1 Camaro with an aftermarket dual exhaust. We slowly make the left hand turn on the arrow. I do my best to create a clear path for the both of us. We make our way to a nice straight away where I think he might bite. I gear down into 2nd at around 45mph. He appears to do the same so I do my best to instigate a kickdown. He doesn't bite. I slow back down to his speed and pace along side him. I gear down to 2nd once again for a final attempt. He takes the bait. He drops down into what I assume to be 2nd gear and lunges forward to match my speed. I let him take the jump as my reaction time is pretty descent. I immediately kick and pull a bumper on him, hit 3rd gear and I inch forward, by the end of 3rd when we shut down, he was at my door. I creep back behind and change lanes, looking over for atleast the thumbs up, but I get nothing. I think he may have been too embarassed after what was an unexpected loss in front of his girlfriend
Mark
Mark