So anyways it was just another day driving home from work (75 miles) and usually it is pretty packed, everyone moving around 80, but packed none the less. Today it was nice and open. I happen to look in my rear view and saw this awesome looking Cobra fly past me, Black Convertible, Brembo brake kit all the way around, cowl induciton hood, exhaust and well just pretty hooked up. I get behind him and he gets in an open lane. I follow suit and he takes off, I pop into 3rd and lay on it, His exhaust is deafening. Anyways I keep having to let up because I am pulling somthing awfull. I let off and so does he, then we line up and roll from about 60 3rd again and off we go, right off the bat I am pulling, by the time I hit 130 I was about 2.5 bussses ahead, and not the short bus, but the big old greyhound. I slow down and he catches up, rolls down his window, and just says "damn that car is fast" then he shook his head and said "I can't believe i got beat by a saturn" funny as hell. I am almost positive it was N/A it should have put up a better fight, but funny as hell. I couldnt believe it. That car looked awesome.