I had a little fun with a dodge the other night on my way up to Dallas. I had just bought and loaded the Spartan 275 that morning. I was just explaining to my girlfriend about the superior mentality most dodge owners have about their trucks. I used a bright red dodge in the other lane as an example. It had Edge stickers on the back window, and an edge pod on the dash. It also had a variety of other stickers (including a gigantic ram logo) I couldn't really read in the dark. Stephanie was checking out what I was saying when out of her mouth slips "Hey, Ford Boy, powerstroke this!" -- apparently one of the stickers that I couldn't read in the dark. She knew immediately that it was a mistake.. I mean, how could i not do anything? I cruised passed him not even being provocative, until I bumped the accelerator and puffed a bit of smoke at him. He's about 3 car lengths back and I hear the drone of him hammering it. I let him get to about my passenger door before I nail it. He never stood a chance. I went from 70ish to over 100 in nothing flat, and he never made it past my door. I let out, and he drones on past, and takes the next exit.