Yesterday morning on the way home from work, I was playing tag with a Lex GS400. Anyways, I knew he had more power than me, and when we would cruise side by side, he would leave me. I finally decided to go with this guy, so the next time he did it, I pursued. Luck has it it was around one of my favorite spots to speed (On I-30 between MacAurther and NW119). He was at least about 200-300 feet away by the time I dropped it into 4th. I caught up to him faster than I thought I would(about 10-15 secs), and passed him. I looked up in my mirror, and he was getting farther away. He started to close, so I stayed on it. I thought to myself, I should be reaching 100 soon, and looked down, and was already at 120! s*** 
I look up again in the mirror, and he is atleast a 1/4 th mile back. He either gave up, or I had too much momentum and top end going. The next time I looked down I was at 130. I decided to see what this new engine could do, so I stayed on it. I was my speedo hit just abouve 135 for the first time ever! Suddenly I felt this jerk, and then I got slower, so I let off the gas and started slowing down. s***, I think I hit fuel cut-off. The funny thing is that the Tach was hovering around 6k when this happened! I slowed down and tested my car to see if anything was obviously wrong by accelerating. Everything was all good, and still is.
I look up again in the mirror, and he is atleast a 1/4 th mile back. He either gave up, or I had too much momentum and top end going. The next time I looked down I was at 130. I decided to see what this new engine could do, so I stayed on it. I was my speedo hit just abouve 135 for the first time ever! Suddenly I felt this jerk, and then I got slower, so I let off the gas and started slowing down. s***, I think I hit fuel cut-off. The funny thing is that the Tach was hovering around 6k when this happened! I slowed down and tested my car to see if anything was obviously wrong by accelerating. Everything was all good, and still is.
