Coming home tonight from Tampa, about an hours drive. As I'm pulling onto the highway, I see a white Jetta that's lowered, has a Bora badge. I figured I'd try to get him to "play with me" if you would. No bite after about a minute or so. I'm in the right lane, he's in the left, and center is clear open. Then bam, out of no where, a porche goes flying by. It was a silver 911 Turbo. Yes I know, in a race it'd kick my ass, but I thought it'd be fun to follow it. I get up to 120 mph ASAP and then follow him. He slows down, gets next to me, waves, gives a thumbs up, then speeds off. I follow. Now you see, it's night time. And remember how I said it was a 911 Turbo? Well when he slowed down I saw the back of his car, and where it <i>should</i> say Turbo, it said GT 2. I was like, holy poop on a stick. So my hour long drive home took about 28 minutes while following and weaving in and out of traffic with a Porche GT 2. It was fun. Thought I'd share the joy.