kill stories

My best one was back in '89. On I-40 in Arkansas,in my '69 350-350 Vette. (Sorry) Started to pass an '89 Mustang HO,and he elected to play games. We ran side by side to about 120. I told my buddy to look over and tip his hat,then I dropped the hammer. All that stang saw after that was tail lights. That Vette was bad fast.