Driving home from work on the freeway (a privately owned freeway of course). I encounter a Mustang in front of me. Black '96-'98 GT, black wheels w/ chrome lip, aftermarket headlights and tails, exhaust, etc. Maybe somebody on here knows him?
Anyway, I get on it a little just to make him aware of my presence. He notices and obviously wants to play, but the dude refuses to actually slow down. Look, your Mustang isn't a race car, so why would you race from a fucking 80 roll? Anytime I come up to him just cruising along at a steady pace, he takes off and flashes his hazards at me. Lather, rinse, and repeat for 10 more minutes. He would occasionally try to impress me with some ricer ass lane changes and shit. I just kept hanging back, waiting for him to slow down and get beside me. No dice. I'd catch up real quick and slow down beside him, and dude just takes off again. Then he proceeds to flash the hazards again for the 15th time, showing off his super sweet custom LED tail lights!
The moral of the story is that the guy drove like a chach (typical Mustang driver lol) and obviously knew he wasn't on my level.
I don't have beef with Mustang guys, just felt like stirring the pot, kekekeke