Long story kinda, beautiful day today, going to the mall with the GF(she says she can't think when she rides in the stang its so loud), I took my dad's car, he took mine. I didn't mind, Lincoln LS V8 w/ alpine HU and kicker speakers. Well when I came home from the mall to go to work, stang still wasn't home so I juts took the lincoln to work. Coming home from work I decided to take a detour down a scarcely patrolled business road. I pull up to a light next to a silver 99-04 GT. He was a younger guy n his teens, I was jammin out to 3 Days Grace's Pain and I just kept looking over, he did the same. When the light turned green I took off. I let off when I hit 60, I look in my rearview thinking "here he comes..." He flew past at at least 110. I got behind him and floored it. I kept reelin him in, then we turned onto another road. He turned right, I was behind him while a van was alos turning right. We both took the outside lane around the van and I reeled him in and passed him. Next red light, he's turning left, me straight. I give him the thumbs up, he reciprocates. Left arrow went and he took off, but he spun out and ended up doing a donut on Buford HWY. I was laughing my ass off, but it was tight. I just wished I was driving my mustang, he obviously couldn't drive.