Late 90s Prelude Killed

I was heading west on Route 40 going from Frederick, MD. to HEdgesville, WV. a couple months ago... Route 40 is this long, straight 2-lane highway that goes on for like 150 miles or so -- there are a lot of steep hills, but you can count the total number of curves the road has on both hands.

It was 12:30am on Friday night -- I was cruising along, doing 60mph in the 50mph zone, relaxing and minding my own business. Out of nowhere, this car comes flying up on my ass, he must have been doing about 110. He was riding about 6 inches from my bumper for a few miles, and he kept moving over into the other lane like he was going to pass me but then he'd decide not to. Well, we got to this long, flat, level stretch that is about 2 miles long, you can literally see that far if it's day time and it's not hazy.

No other cars anywhere on the road -- I see him move over into the other lane and gun it, and hear his "fart can" open up. I'm sure it's a nice ride, but if you're going to try to pull some shit on a Formula that sounds like it's raining death when cruising at 1200rpm @ 60mph, at least make sure your car is modified enough to have some balls. I waited long enough to see his oversized "look at me, I'm cool" carbon-fiber wing directly out my driver's side window -- kicked it down into second, rocketed up to 75, shifted into 3rd.. at this point, his wing had disappeared and I was looking directly at the passenger side window. Rode 3rd up to 105, shifted into 4th.. And he was seeing license plate. I rode 4th for a couple seconds until he pulled in behind me, then applied the brakes pretty hard to get back down to 60mph... But by the time I had slowed to 75 or so, he pulled out in the other lane and tried again. I guess he thought he was going to outsmart me, but I had already downshifted into 3rd while braking and was just waiting to dump the clutch... Hello license plate :) So he pulled in behind me and rode 6 inches from my bumper again for another couple miles until I pulled into a gas station to fill up and give him a chance to get off my ass.

I'm not knocking Preludes, I know there's some out there that would smoke my Formula -- but if this guy was going to try to roll up on a GM V8, maybe he should have spent his money on something more worthwhile than a carbon-fiber wing and fart can...