I killed on in November of last year and posted it on the "other forum".
I think I am the first one to race a GTR with a GTO.
Here is what I posted:
Last Saturday night I was on the way to a party with my buddy.
I was headed 280 north bound MMOB in the #2 lane.
Since I wasn't looking for a race, I was busy talking with my buddy about what sorta gals will be at the party and who's got the low mileage vaginas and other guy chat.
When I looked up in my rear view mirror I noticed that some car was tailgating me to the point that I can't even see the headlights. From the reflections, I knew they were HID lights, so it had to be a "higher-end" car and perhaps worthy of a lesson. Having 5% tint on my windows doesn't help my case in IDing the car too.
I was in sorta a sour mood since I was busy talking about donating baby batter to the gals that we'll be meeting tonight and some driver decides to intrude on my lizard brain by showing up on my ass. I even moved over to the #3 lane to let him by, but no, he followed my ass to that lane, so I knew he had some hard on for me.
There was a brief moment that I wanted to demonstrate the grip of the GTO brakes with RE050 tires, but naw, not worth trading paint.
So the driver decides to pass me with a flybye. The car moved pretty dam fast from behind me, past my left and to the front of my car. At this point I haven't even down shifted yet and was in 6th gear.
It was a black GTR with no rear plates.
My buddy asked me if that was a GTR. I said, "Hold-on." and dropped it to 4th gear since we were already at 80MPH~. I told him that he probably thinks that I'm some stock GTO.
I let the driver know that I was game by jumping up on his ass. As soon as I did that he jumped on it.
All of the sudden we looked like we were racing through a parking lot with parked cars since both of us hit warp speed.
My buddy (who was in a near death experience in some accident years ago) started to feel around of the "oh **** handles" and settled for the only one on the door - both hands.
The GTR tried a few times to pull away and each time I let the driver have a few cars jump and pulled him in at the rate that a 100HP civic can accelerate from a stand still at WOT. It's not much since the GTR has 480~HP, but I still reeled him in.
At this point the driver was proabably startled when he signaled to the left and was in the #1 lane, but he never turned off the signal light. It was still blinking left the whole time. U know he was fumbling around trying to find answers and "Emergency Warp speed knobs and buttons" when he thought to himself that he was going to turn my car into a small dot on his rear view mirror. Instead the "light" was coming towards him multiple times on his ass. Trust me, I was soooo tempted to kiss his bumper, Nascar-style a few times.
At that point I saw our Highway 17 exit and pulled off. My heart was pounding and my palms were sweaty. I did have this silly smirk on my face as I started to call and text my "car" friends about the ephemeral "festivities". I looked over at my buddy and he was still holding onto the OSH, partially facing the door in semi-fetal position. He looked over his left shoulder and asked if it was over. I said that it would be better for his spine if he positioned his body towards the front of the car so that this is symmetry and less seat belt slack = less hurt in an accident.
When I got to the party we were still both shaking, for different reasons.