So I checked the UPS tracking site yesterday morning, and it said my intake wasn't supposed to come in till Monday. Rent's are in New York, so I said screw it, I'm outa here. Decided to drive down to San Marcos to visit a friend at Texas State. That in and of itself was a fun time, as around two AM, we ended up driving to San Antonio just for shits and giggles.
Anyways, first one happened on the way down. I was about twenty miles out of Austin, and I just gotten through a construction zone, so I was getting back up the speed, but not really pushing it or anything. There was a white 3000GT (not sure which version) out there as well, and I guess he wanted to play. He got on it pretty hard, shot past me, then lifted off to coast next to me. Not a VR4, but I did see what appeared to be an aftermarket exhaust.
I was sitting right about seventy (holy shit I was doing the speed limit!) and dropped down into fourth. I was waiting for him to go first, as I knew it wouldn't be to pretty. I hear him get on it, and I punch when he's about a nose up. I'm sitting right in boost and take off pretty quick. I do a nice gentle shift into fifth, look back, and he's fourish cars back and falling way fast so I'm thinking he let off. I slowed down to see if I could get him to run from sixty, but he wouldn't pull back up next to me. Meh, whatever.
Second run was much later, me and my friend and her room mate all went to see American Gangster. Awesome movie, check it out, very cool. On pulling out, the two girls want me to burn out (I had been driving pretty fast and moving in and out of traffic pretty quick earlier, so I guess they put two and two together and figured out I liked to drive fast), so I killed all the traction control stuff and did a nice little launch in the empty side of the parking lot (3k on the tach, slip the clutch, spun all the way through first and a good way into second).
This catches the attention of a Cobalt sedan, exhaust, nice wheels. I think it was the non SC'd SS model. He follows us out of the parking lot and on to the highway, keeping with me as I make my way through traffic. He lines up next to me and starts pacing me around sixty, I drop into fourth, and let him get on it first. From the sound of it, he had an intake as well as exhaust. I jump it right around the same time he does, and walk away from him quick. Somewhat harder shift into fifth, take it up to a buck ten, buck fifteen, and lift. I don't really look back, but it was about two or three seconds later when he flew by, and gave a nice wave. I waved back, and let him go off. The chicks loved the race, and wanted me to to it again, so I just gave a quick 115 pull from 40 in third, but that was about it.
I also tried to pick a run with a couple of the local ricers, but couldn't get them to bite. Boo for them.
Those keeping score, I'm now four and one.