I was having a shitty day at work and then had an argument over the phone with my wife so I was in a pissed off mood. I decided to smooth things over with her by taking her out to eat and just having a nice night out with her. So after some good chow at FAZ in Pleasanton we were on our way back home when this kid in his 911 Turbo decides to play with my Cobra.

Now I know my wife gets upset sometimes when I get into a race with her in the car but this time around, she turned to me and said, "put this guy in his place". In my head I hear Mickey from Rocky saying " what are we waiting for?"

We line up on the 580 incline westbound from pleasanton to hayward. Starting off in third gear at 60mph I romp on it and the 512rwtq catapults me ahead by about 1 car. We shift into 4th and he is now about 4 car lengths back but isn't backing down. at 130mph, I shift into 5th and he is still at the same spot behind me when I shut her down. At this point, we are on the decline of the freeway. I coast down to about 100mph and shift down to help with slowing down my car. He does the classic ricer flyby on me including the signature hazards flashing.

I look over at my wife and she is giggling. Damn I picked the right woman to spend the rest of my life with!