So there I was at a red light.

I hear the loudest and most ferocious engine in my life. I feared a "Z" was pulling up next to me. Wouldn't you know it, my nightmare came true.
A vicious 1970 Datsun 240Z was directly on my left. I took a big gulp as I started to look in his direction, I knew he meant business. He was decked out in a sweet members only jacket, giant sunglasses and a mustache only a Z owner could pull off.

The light turned green, his monster 150 HP engine screamed as you pushed the gas, some aftermarket product made this huge puff of black smoke appear. I was too scared at this moment to even touch my gas pedal. As I watched him pull away in shock and awe I finally started building up some courage to take off.

5 seconds later he was already going 30, so I dropped it in "D" and started. To my surprise I caught up rather quickly, I felt my mustache growing with every inch I got closer.

8 seconds in he amazingly reached 60, but somehow I only saw him in my rear view mirror. He had to be at least 200 car lengths back, I could only make out his black cloud of cool smoke.

I am happy to report this kill, I still can't believe it either.




We raced for jackets. I have his member's only jacket hanging in my office.