I spent the last 20 minutes trying to figure out if street racing stories were allowed.  Then I found my answer.  Hooray!
Anyhow, this wasnt really a "race", but a black '05-'08 Mustang GT owner will be tossing and turning tonight.  Here's the story.  I'm on my way back from Wal-Mart (which by the way is a clusterf*ck the night before Easter), and there is this new looking Mustang GT in front of me.  As far as I can tell he is bone stock.  No exterior mods, not louder than a stock Mustang, and had a very stock looking dual exhaust.  Anywho we are both in the left lane, waiting for the light to turn so we can turn left.  The light turns, and he doesnt move.  (I guess he was jerking off to the latest edition of Mullets Monthly, or whatever Mustang owners read)  Anywho, instead of honking I decide to rev my engine at him to get him going.  He did his little peel out just to show he was pissed, and we finally got moving.  I stayed behind him until we turned onto this small two lane road.  It starts out with about 1/4 mile of straight road, followed by some twisties, followed by 1/8 mile straight.  First we have to cross over some train tracks, but I know he is about to gun it as soon as we get passed them.  I can feel it.  I am now at about 4K RPMs in 2nd gear, just waiting.  Just like I expected, he hits it hard right at the beginning of the straight.  His rear end gets pulled down, a puff of smoke comes out of his exhaust tips, and I hear the V8 screamin.  So I gun it right behind him.  The shock that this guy must have been going through when he didn't increase his distance a single bit must have been amazing.  We were about 6 car lengths apart when we started gunning it, and we were the exact same distance when I was finishing up 2nd.  I hit 6K RPMs and make a perfect shift into 3rd.  My head was pushed back so hard into the seat I almost lost grip on the steering wheel.  I could tell by his rear end he was still under WOT and I closed that 6 length gap to 2 lengths in about 3 seconds.  I had to let off because I was about to rear end him!!
So we reach the end of the straight.  All thats left is twisties so I figure we are all done.  But, uh, I see no brake lights.  And this dude wants to play through the twisties!  Hold on, I need a second.  A Mustang through the twisties??
Haha, sorry that's just too funny.  Anyway, I decide to humor him.  I'm half throttle through about a mile of twisties, just painting his ass.  Frankly watching the body roll on that fat bitch was making me car sick.  It assured me 500% that I would never own a Mustang.
Anyway, we come to the last straight which is a little shorter than the first one.  Sure enough, he guns it again.  This time I hit 3rd and start pulling him in again.  This time I act like I am getting beside him just to let him know he is my bitch.
Like I said, this wasn't a true race, but I definately feel good about it.  Coming from an RX8 I have played with Mustangs before, but being equal to one and in some cases superior as far as power is something completely different for me.  Sleep well Mustang owner!!