Freeway Kill: 350Z Track
Typical morning commute- drinking coffee, listening to Queens of the Stone Age, cruise control at 85, I calmly negotiate the trucks and sub-posted limit retards camping in the fast lane. I start closing on a red 350Z in the center lane. He sees me coming up on him, and drops it a gear to scoot ahead. Whatever. I continue on.
A couple miles further on, I again encounter the Nissan. Same thing. He pulls away.
OK, I thought, what the hell. Not bothering to drop it out of 6th, I felt my right foot suddenly get heavy.
100. 120. The distance between us remains pretty much static.
130. I'm starting to close.
140. Reeling him in.
I pull along side him at 145mph and, feeling friendly, wave. Looking away from the road long enough to glance at his speedo, he grinned, waved sheepishly back, and backed off the go-pedal.
He followed me the rest of the way into Santa Clarita.