I was heading home on I-15 with my new BCS 
and all of a sudden I see this LOW car in my rearview mirror, passing all these people. The guy is really flying. I'm going 80 and he flies past me at at least 120.
So I get the speed up, and catch up to him.
And it's a SHELBY GT500!!!!!!!!!! It looked to me like a '66 or '67 (wasn't quite as big as a '69). It wasn't the exact same as the Shelby in GI60S, it had wire-enclosed taillights. The car was positively GORGEOUS. Wimbledon White (from what I could tell) w/ the blue racing stripe package, the Shelby trademark scoops (behind the side windows), and of course the 1-2-3 flashing taillight harness. It was a GORGEOUS car and it just sounded SOOOOOOOO nice.
So he eventually slows down to around 65 (the speed limit), and I can tell he's checking my car out as well (my wheel lights and neon stuff get a lot of looks). So I slip in the clutch and rev a little. He raises an eyebrow, and after a second, shrugs and revs back.
I give him the 3-2-1, and we both drop a gear and WOT.
WOW! I was in heaven just LISTENING to that exquisite car scream. I won a decent race (about 8 car lengths from 60-120). But hell, my car is almost 30 years newer than his.
We then gave each other the thumbs up as I took my exit and headed home.
God, I loved that car.
and all of a sudden I see this LOW car in my rearview mirror, passing all these people. The guy is really flying. I'm going 80 and he flies past me at at least 120.So I get the speed up, and catch up to him.
And
it's a SHELBY GT500!!!!!!!!!! It looked to me like a '66 or '67 (wasn't quite as big as a '69). It wasn't the exact same as the Shelby in GI60S, it had wire-enclosed taillights. The car was positively GORGEOUS. Wimbledon White (from what I could tell) w/ the blue racing stripe package, the Shelby trademark scoops (behind the side windows), and of course the 1-2-3 flashing taillight harness. It was a GORGEOUS car and it just sounded SOOOOOOOO nice.So he eventually slows down to around 65 (the speed limit), and I can tell he's checking my car out as well (my wheel lights and neon stuff get a lot of looks). So I slip in the clutch and rev a little. He raises an eyebrow, and after a second, shrugs and revs back.
I give him the 3-2-1, and we both drop a gear and WOT.
WOW! I was in heaven just LISTENING to that exquisite car scream. I won a decent race (about 8 car lengths from 60-120). But hell, my car is almost 30 years newer than his.
We then gave each other the thumbs up as I took my exit and headed home.
God, I loved that car.
