So I was going along at about 54 mph in my dad's 5 speed USDM 1996 GMC Sonoma...(2.2 Liters of Naturally Aspirated Rampage)...when all of a sudden, this guy in a Geo Metro Vert passes me. OH Hell No, I instantly think to my self, I down shift to forth gear and begin my path to an almost sure victory. We come to an intersection where I finally get a chance to catchup, and I let him know that his car is about to be stomped by hitting the rev limiter and dropping the clutch, letting the non posi back end hop up and down for a second before it bogs down, then STRAIGHT UP LAUNCHES me back into the seat. I catch up about 3 minutes later to find out that he is taunting me, only going 60 and acting like he can't even see me in his rear view mirror. Ohh it's on like donkey kong now man, as I shift back down into third, I start pullin...62....63...64....DAMNIT! An oncoming car ruins my attempt to pass this guy. Ok, settle down, wait again....the car passes by, and I'm off again, still in third gear...61...62...63...64...65, I pull a half a car on him and that bastard realizes that his car is getting beat, so he flips his turn signal and goes into a random garage, where he somehow opens the door and just has the balls to just drive into and park like he owned the damn house. But yea, just letting you guys in on my sweet kill story, I'm tired now, I think I'm gonna sit and ponder how bad I tore that POS up. 
