Last night I'm coming home from a party and it's pretty late, I think it was around 2 am. As I pull up to the red light, I notice a red Firebird with a decal on the rear windshield saying "Import Killer". I wasn't sure if it was a v6 or a v8, but I figured what the hell, I gotta show this guy something. So I pull up, look over and rev my Type I. The light turns green and we take off. We're neck and neck through the first two gears, but he gets into third and takes off. He was about a car length away and I thought it was over. Then I got into fourth, and he was history. I blew by him and never looked back. Later on we met up at a light. I roll down the window and ask, "Did you kill me?" with a big damn smile on my face. Damn it feels good.