so this is about a week before i left for college. i had just got the O2 and MAF sensors replaced so my check engine light quit coming on. i'm out driving it, it's running amazing, and it's just like the shell or pennzoil commercial, the one where they say you can feel it when it's running good? i'm in the greatest mood ever when i turn onto a state route kinda sorta in front of a gorgeous ice blue C5 vette. he was far back enough that i could make it, i just didn't want him to have to slow down so i sped up pretty quick. i got to 60 and he was pretty close to me, i thought maybe he was going a little faster. i sped up to 65, he was still there. 70, and again, right on me. i figured he was just picking on me or something, and i said what the hell. i floored it. by the time i was at 85, he had realized i took off, downshifted, and blown my doors off at probably 110. i felt like i was in park. it was amazing. i got a bigger smile on my face and waved to the guy at least telling him that i knew i didn't even have an ice cube's chance in hell. it was a good day
