I usually drive like the respectable mature law-abiding citizen I am, but sometimes, I let the evil out a bit. This is one of those times. I'm on H-2, heading uphill for home at around three in the afternoon, when I spot a late-nineties Mustang coming in quickly on my rear. Normaly, I'd let him zip by me and go on his merry way, but this one was different. He didn't whip past me, he began to tailgate me. I guess he was annoyed by my slow piece of GM equipment, maybe he was scoffing at the "TURBO" emblem on the back, I have no idea. But I didn't like being tailgated, so I sped up. One, this gets tailgaters off my butt for a brief time, and two, it helps me determine if they're habitual tailgaters (no matter how fast or slow you go, they still stay locked on your bumper) or that they just came up quick and haven't backed off yet.

He sped up. Then he got over two lanes, to get around a slower vehicle. A glance at the speedo confirms that I'm just creeping past seventy in a fifty-five zone. Pretty normal for H-2, really. I see him getting on it, I suppose to prove that his paperweight car is superior to my outdated piece of GM crap, and I seem to attract Mustang drivers with this car like white on ****. I guess the Pace Car sticker gets their ego riled up or something. Psycological warfare is pretty neat, when you think about it.

I downshift into Drive and give it a good amount of gas. Mr. GT wasn't expecting that, so he falls behind. I let up at eighty, and box him in so he has no choice but to get back behind me. I let off to cruise past the slower cars, and he's got his car locked on my bumper like a heat-seeking missile. Fine - he can't pass me yet, and I hold the initiative. I act, he has to react.

Finally, the road opens up a bit, and I have a clear half-mile to play with. Back into Drive I go, and I put about three-quarters throttle down, and the car is up and off. Boost is cool. The GT fades into the background, and I let off at ninety and coast back down to the limit. I guess he didn't want to play then, either. Not much of a race, really, more like toying with him. Still pretty fun.

He gave me to loser fly-by later on, as I was done screwing around and had settled into doing forty in a thirty-five zone. I guess he thought I would go for that bait and try to catch up, but he turned off anyway. Besides all that, cops are known to poach in that particular area by Schofield. I guess in total, the GT tried three times to get past me and failed.

GT-0 TTA-3

The TTA is pretty much stock and the previous owners claimed it did 13.8 stock and 13.2 with a chip (that is no longer installed) at the local track here.

 

Much better term. Nice story.

 

I figured he would try to get the last word in. I haven't seen very many of the new Mustang GT's around, pretty much all the ones I see are the base V6 models. What gives with that?

I should mention that I was picked on by a Cobra a few weeks ago. White, looked clean, throaty and driven pretty well by some military guy. I didn't feel like losing, so I didn't play, but I did pace him just to admire the clean lines of an unmolested late-model Cobra.

 

thats weird there is a cobra in my area that has been beaten by srt4's, ls1 t/a and quite a few other cars!

 

Must be a bad driver or an early cobra. It is hard to drive an 03/04 cobra bad and still lose.

 

The road I was on at the time was/is all bumpy and stuff from tree roots, not to mention pot-holes and substandard patchwork. Hawaii has probably the worst road maintenance policy in the US. About the best roads they have here are the newish ones or the parts they repave when they're nothing but patches.

I could've taken the bait if I wanted to, but I didn't feel like screwing up my suspension on a nasty bump. Still, kept up with him pretty good, from a distance. I couldn't tell what year it was, unless someone has a handy Threat Identification Chart they could post up...

 

definatly is a 03 and he has been losing