On my way back from Monterey last night about 2 hours into my drive I seen a pair of headlights coming up fast in the fast lane. First thought, oooohhh **** cop. Not that I was doing anything wrong, but you know how those years of having a modified car and getting hassled in the past tend to creep back up on you when you see a cop, no matter what you are driving. The way you sit up a little straighter and grab the wheel with both hands, lol... Anyways it was not a chp instead a raced out 98 prelude sh flew by exhaust shining. I looked over at the wife and said I have to get him. Hit the gas and floated by, then slowed and waited him out. After slowing to about 60 he cruises back up to me. What do I hear the patented Honda 3rd gear downshift and the roar of his aftermarket intake. Time to smash the gas. We stayed pretty close for a second, and then I started pulling on him, 1 car, 2 car, three car, four... oh **** my car just broke, no got damn Govenor just kicked in at about 110, thats bull****. I was far enough ahead to consider it a kill though. 110 Are you serious?
Please keep the **** talking to a minimum... lol
