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I walk out into the garage this morning prepared to take my daily driven FX35 to work, and I glance over at the supra and think, it is way too nice of a Phoenix morning to leave the supra in the garage. So I swap keys and I am off to the office. Driving down one of the main streets near my area I am stopped at a light. Ahead I see a 69 Camero SS turning right heading in the direction that I am going to be traveling. It is obvious this is no stocker. Slicks, Cowl Hood (wonder what was in there?), a huge tach on the dash. I quicky pull up next to him after my light turns green. It is an older gentlmen, probably in his 50's with no interest in showing me what he's got. So I stroll on my marry way. I make the last turn onto a two lane road and this stupid jetta is so close to my back bumper that I thought he wanted to read my dash board. We are traveling about 55 and the speed limit is 45 so I put up with it for about a mile and a half or so and then I am gettign irritated. I drop it down into 3rd, have a couple sips of coffee while waiting for my T78 to spool and then we are off. I quickly get to 100 and ease off. To my suprise he tried to keep up, although he was 15 cars back. He again gets on my ass, I ignore it as we are coming up to a light. He gets into the turning lane and comes up beside me. It is a black man and his two infants in car seats in the back. He says "Damn boy, watcha got in that thing?" I replied, " About 550 hoursepower. He says, "Woooheee, I gotta get me one of those motherfuckas to go to work in." I was dying laughing. Cheap thrills before a shitty day in the office. Like I said no kill, but it was definitely entertaining.
Apparently Nick had some problems with being able to move his head since it was practically welded back into the seat. 
