95 Probe GT vs. 95-99 Eagle Talon ESi

I was driving to a Blockbuster Video store the other day to get a movie to watch with some friends later that evening. There is a road here in Lansing called Saginaw, and it expands into a 3-laner.

I was driving along, minding my own business, when a purple Eagle Talon comes flying up. I saw him in my rear-view mirror, and noticed that he had cut off several people rather viciously. As he came up to me, I was in the left lane and he was in the right. I continued to drive normally at about 5 above the limit, which was 35mph (yeah, on a 3-lane road. Speed trap. )

So anyway, he swerves over and cuts from his right lane, across the center lane, then into my lane JUST to cut me off! I mean, there was no other traffic at that point so this guy went COMPLETELY out of his way to cut me off!! What the hell?! What did I do to this guy?

So I decide to keep my cool. He didn't hit me, I don't need a ticket. I just drove along, and kept an eye on this jackass. As I proceeded, I witnessed him cut off 3 more people including an old lady. He and his passengers seemed to be having fun.

So after a while, we came to a stoplight, and I came up alongside him. I looked over, and he looked over at me. He and his friend laughed. So I looked over his car, and shook my head like it was a POS or something. (It actually LOOKED okay, but I just wanted to piss him off.)

That got him mad. He sat up straight (he had been leaning WAAAY back, ghetto-fabulous style) and got a serious look on his face. From what I could tell, he had at least an exhaust, lowered, and lotsa neon lights. : He started revving like a madman, but I just idled.

When I saw the crossing side of the intersection turn yellow, I raised my revs to only 2800-3000 (I usually launch at 3800-4000 when I am serious) and held it. When the light changed to green, I just let up off the clutch and chirped a little. I took off, and I could've SWORN the guy was in reverse, or something.

I immediately lost sight of him, but the BLLAAAAAAAPPPPP of his exhaust had me keenly aware of his whereabouts. I proceeded to put about 2 bus-lengths on his lame butt, and then slowed down. At the most, I had only gone up to 55. As I came back down to 40 mph, he decided to hang back and drive in a respectable manner, staying in his lane like a nice little ricer.

I tell ya, it takes a lot to get me pissed off, and these guys really had it coming. I hope I run into that car (and it's driver, of course) again sometime. I am sure I will, as Lansing Michigan is not a very big place.

I'll keep you all posted