[firehawk1120]

I was on Rt. 280 heading west from the West Orange area. I had just put a new battery in the Hawk and was out getting her used to driving on the road again since she's been asleep for almost 2/3 months. I wish I knew I was about to race this jerkoff in his 1980's NSX POS.

I look up in my rear view and I see this black NSX that I passed in the gas station on Pleasant Valley Way about 3 min. prior. He's in the middle lane and coming up on this lady's bumper at 90 easily, flies into the left lane and I hear him still on it, gerbils running as fast as they can this awful high pitched screech goes flying past me then he's on the brakes and slows down to about 70.

Eventually, I caught up to him and the f-ing chode wouldn't even look over at me. Had his windows tinted but I think he was like a mid 30's jackas$ who was never loved as a child.

Too bad I didn't know I was racing but in his mind he destroyed me I'm sure. LMAO