Sunday morning I was heading out of town following a car. The car slowed to turn into his drive way, after getting out of the way I began accelerating a little harder than normal. I heard a rumble behind me and looked in the mirror to see a beautiful 1969-71 camaro. Brand new orange paint with white stripes up the hood. He pulls out to go around me so I go the rest of the way to the floor. We got up to about 110 and he went from 1 length behind to about 3. We slowed back down and the camaro driver gave me a big wave and turned into another drive. Dont know if this qualifies as a kill or not but it made my Sunday morning!
