I'm coming back from dinner tonight, cruising down US1, just north of Glades Road, and up comes a Chrysler Crossfire (not the SRT-6) with some dude and his girl in the car. This clown starts revving and goosing it and yelling out how slow I am and this that and the other. I guess he got tired of insulting me so he decides to hit it. As he does, I follow suit, thinking I got to show this clown and his girl what a Cobra is. We started at around 45 mph, but I ended this horseshit race at about 80 with about 3-4 cars on them. Now, here is the funny part. At the next light we come up to, his girl says to me: "How big of a shot are running? You had to have used nitrous to beat us!" I just said: "Are you kidding me? You think I need nitrous to beat that?" Then, I just shook my head and went on my way laughing at her stupid remark. Anyhow, all, take it easy.