One of my friends has been begging to race me since he got his SHO about 4 months ago. I've been holding off due to the weather; so all the while he's thinking i'm scared and he thinks he'll beat me. The kid was claiming a 14 flat 1/4 and i was calling BS on it. So, finally i'm home for spring break, nice cool day (to my stock ICs liking), he blows by me and a couple other cars doing about 80 in a 45, not a smart thing to do. So i see him pulled over a couple blocks up, so i stop to shoot the s**t with him. YADDA YADDA, he asks to race, I say sure and we head out to the local strip (marked on a back road). We line them up, and suprisingly he took me off the line (I blame it on the salt that was on the roads) by the end of 1st we're dead even, car shifts to 2nd, thanks to the j-mod breaks them loose (even more than usual thanks to the salt) and once i get traction again, i pull on him hard. By 90 i have him by about 2.5-3 cars. He tells me good race and he loves the loud *** whine from the blower . We're on our marry ways, and i can't stop smiling.