I was just porkin' along today going out the Main Gate at Ramstein, when I noticed a white 89 (or so) Mustang GT right on my ass
. I could hear his exhaust over mine he was so close. I porked thru the traffic circle and stayed out in the left lane because of all the other porkers in the right. I gave my little 5.0 as much as I was willing considering the road I was on (and oh yeah, that my kids were in the back seat...). I hung this guy out there as long as possible and he definitely had to gather his ass up to make it around me before CTS
. When he blew my doors off
, I realized it was one that recently received a nice little transplant at the KAHS a few weeks back. Not exactly a stock run of the mill Mustang. He gave me my doors back when we got to the Shell station light....
Definitely not a kill...more like a poke with a sharp stick.....