I was on my way home from school and in a pretty good mood since I was done with class for the day. As I pulled onto the highway on the west side of Madison, WI in my 87 GN, I goosed it a little to let the rear end slide out to the side a bit. I tend to do that when I'm in a good mood:biggrin: I got up to about 60mph and glanced over as a red dodge ram with a camper shell on it pulled up along beside me and slowed down to match my speed. As we all know this happens a lot when you drive one of these cars. I turned my eyes back toward the road without giving it much thought and then I got a large surprise from that large red truck. I heard his tires squealing and watched black smoke pour out of what appeared to be dual 4 inch exhaust as he launched past me like he had been shot out of a cannon. I was shocked! That was the first time I had ever seen a full size truck squeal the tires and launch like that from a 60mph roll.
After a few hundred feet he let off and I sped up to pull along side him again. We smiled and nodded at each other as we both slowed back down to around 50 mph. I stuck my hand out the window and counted down from three. We both nailed it and I dropped into second and pulled a quarter car length on him. He started creeping back up on me until I hit third and pulled another quarter car length on him. He immediately started slowly reeling me in and we were door to door when I hit fourth. This time we stayed door to door and ran that way up to about 125mph. We both let off and stayed side by side as we slowed back down to 65mph. We were both laughing and giving each other the thumbs up until I realized I was only 1/4 mile from my exit. I hit the brakes and slid in behind him to make my exit. I flashed my headlights at him as I pulled into the exit lane and he responded with a double tap of the brakes.
It wasn't a win or a loss for either of us, just a couple of strangers that had an unspoken mutual understanding of why we love fast cars and in this case an incredible sleeper of a truck. I mean, come on, it had a damn camper shell on it :biggrin:
After a few hundred feet he let off and I sped up to pull along side him again. We smiled and nodded at each other as we both slowed back down to around 50 mph. I stuck my hand out the window and counted down from three. We both nailed it and I dropped into second and pulled a quarter car length on him. He started creeping back up on me until I hit third and pulled another quarter car length on him. He immediately started slowly reeling me in and we were door to door when I hit fourth. This time we stayed door to door and ran that way up to about 125mph. We both let off and stayed side by side as we slowed back down to 65mph. We were both laughing and giving each other the thumbs up until I realized I was only 1/4 mile from my exit. I hit the brakes and slid in behind him to make my exit. I flashed my headlights at him as I pulled into the exit lane and he responded with a double tap of the brakes.
It wasn't a win or a loss for either of us, just a couple of strangers that had an unspoken mutual understanding of why we love fast cars and in this case an incredible sleeper of a truck. I mean, come on, it had a damn camper shell on it :biggrin:
