Don't bring gas.

[Heat]

To a diesel fight .

Not what you would call a classic kill in that I wasn't intending to race this guy. Here in Phoenix the major intersections are 1 mile apart and you normally have, what I call, a half way light between. These lights aren't set to automatically change, only to change when there is a car on the pads on the side streets. The lights on this particular street are timed for 40 miles an hour, at least at 0 dark thirty when I go to work. Anyway, if one of these lights changes, and you get stuck at it, the only way to make sure you keep up with the timing is to do some "spirited" acceleration and get 10 to 15 MPH above the speed limit.

Now that you understand the lights here, I got stuck at one of these lights and there was a Silverado next me. Not a bad looking little pickup in that it had slightly oversized rims, not like 22s or 24s. Some nice tires and what sounded like a good dual exhaust system. It was a short bed regular cab 2x4.

Well the light changes and I start rolling with a bit of urgency, I guess the guy thought I was racing so next thing I know I here the exhaust kick in and he's starting to roll past me. At this point I'm already spooled up so I rolled on the throttle and began pulling away from him. I kept this up till I hit 60, he gave up in shame .

I mean I only outweigh this thing by 2600 lbs and toting along the 4 wheel drive gear, you'd think he could have done better .

Ken....