Headed home from my g/f's house when a Grand Prix GTP pulls up to the light and starts stalling out next to me. I just sit there waiting for the light to change so I can see what these GTPs are made of. He looks over at me and gives a big sh*t eating grin and when the light changes he takes off. I give it 3/4 throttle so as not to spin the tires much and then lay down the lead foot all the way. He had me by a car length but I'm quickly staring at him through my rear view mirror After I hit around 110 I let off and here he comes like a mad hornet. At the next light he rolls down his window and asks me how the hell I just smoked him with that heavy ass truck. I just grinned and said " two words for ya, STOCK 4.8". He gives me the "that's " look and burns rubber at the next light. I didn't even bother to go again, I figured he had received enough ego smashing for one day.

Thanks again Allen.