My story begins about six years ago. I had an 86 GT with a Paxton S/C pushin a small 7 pounds of boost. I loved that car. It was sleeper to the max. A couple of buddies and I were driving along the gulf coast about 2 am, when a little white civic approached. We stopped at a light, and lined up. There wasn't another car around. The light turned, and we launched. He must have been packing something, cause he kept up to me pretty good. I was only able to put a car length on him. We pulled up to another light, and stopped. The light turned green, and he wanted some more. This time about halfway through the gears, I look in my mirror, and he had caught the closest U-turn and was headed the other direction.