So I'm going about 60 down I-75. And this totally stock red Kia Rio pulls up next to me and started reving his engine (Although I couldn't hear the exhaust or the engine, I did hear a sqealing fan belt). So I'm thinking, can I get this guy? I mean me in my 250 hp M3 vs. his some 130 HP Kia. So, I say, "Well, God might help me with this one" So I drop it into third, but $hit!!!, I miss shift into first... I'm pissed. So he pulls ahead ever so slightly. I quickly put the car in third and chase after this guy. I over-rev the engine and suddenly SLAM it into fourth. My grandma, who was in the car, was freaking out, I mean this is one riveting race. So I fly ahead of this Rio at about 75 mph thinking, he must not be racing me. But when I look in the rear view mirror the other driver looks upset. Then I notice that my trunk is open and the gravel I was transporting home is hitting his car everywhere. I zoom ahead and slam on the brakes only to see this guys middle finger. I proceed to calm my grandma and pat myself on the back, it might not have been fair, but a win is a win.