I'm driving down the highway late at night when I see some car just fly up the onramp and speeds like he's the king of the world. It defenetly caught my curiosity so I decide to give chase to see who and what this was. I slowly get next to it and notice it's a 94 or so 3000gt VR4. I eagerly gave him a bleep of my throtle and he dosen't even look and suddenly he downshifts and takes off. The old fart full of himself didn't even try to have a fair race. I take off at 70mph. He instantly makes a carlength before my car spools up and gains another half as I pick up speed. I proceed to stay right up he's butt next to him all the way to 130mph when he decides it's enough. I decided to turn off on my exit since I knew he wasn't going to acknowledge me or even cared what I drove. I just hate coky people. They don't even know how to have fun. I sure was happy that I stayed up with him on pump gas. Probably thanks that it's 17 degrees outside. I bet I could have beaten him If I would of had race gas. I know it's just an excuse but I never get cool races when I do.