Okay, it was a V6 but so what? I was on my way home and I see this "Riced out, or Flamed out" mustang go by me at an intersection. It was going the way I was so I was like oh man I hope this light hurries. Well it finally turns green, and I fly to catch up to him and finally I do. And we get to a red light, and that is when I really got a good look at the car. It was sooo gay, it had the "R" signs on it, with the flames all covering the "R's". So I stop at the light, and he stops like 15 feet behind me. Now I have nothing against Mexicans, but this guy was one and I just love what they do to their cars. Don't get me wrong I have a lot of mexican friends and I have nothing wrong with them. Anyways, it's toally riced out and crap and I look back in my mirror, and notice that he is like slowly rolling up to me at the light, like he wants to get the jump or something. Well since he stopped like 15 feet back, I didn't know if he was going to race me or not. So the light turns green, and he guns it and I hear his tires squeel. So I stomp on it, and by then his back bumper is even with my front bumper, and by the end of first gear, i was at least a car length past him. So I think he gave up after that cuz he just fell back, and by the way, he never caught back up to me the whole time he was behind meI was trying to go slow enough for him to catch up, but he just kept going slower too. Sorry to go on guys, I'm just happy I beat a mustang thats all. Pat.