i was cruisin' home on whittier blvd. after dropping my girl off, its about 2:30am on a saturday night. i see this very rice looking car up ahead. I roll up next to it and it is a supra, painted orange with a body kit and a sticker kit. it looks straight out of gran tourismo. it sounded good, as we pull away from a light he stays with but keeps the rpms up waiting for me to go for it. we travel about 4 miles at about 35 mph with this car just screaming next to me. he keeps trying to get me to run him. we finally get to beach blvd, he follows me as i turn right. i've finally had enough so as pulls next to me at we are creeping at 5 mph i give him the nod and he smiles, his passenger laughs at me and then i drop the clutch. i basically leave for dead. i shift into second, i hit third and still no sign of him. as i wind out third i shut it down, put it in nuetral as chill. as the supra goes by me he pops the b.o.v., i take as a fuck you. sounded like a fuck you to me, so i get pissed of and catch him at a red light. i pull up to him and he revs again, i yell over to him "you watch too many fuckin' movies". as we sit for the light he tapped the throttle like turbo cars do, the light comes down and i leave on him again i have to cars on him as we clear the intersection i've still got him thru second and third. as get off the throttle again he is still behind me. he passes me and stays into it as if to impress me with his speed. i make a u-turn at the next like and head for the donut shop for my late night snack......i have not seen that car around in a while.........in the last three months i've killed a new mach 1, and this supra. these youngsters need to recognize the fox body mustang.