Guy showed up at the track talking about how fast his car was. I wasn't planning on running but he asked me what I drove and I pointed at my car and then he proceeded to tell me how he killed one on the street. So, after talking to him a minute and him telling me no less than 5 times (not exaggerating) that he had 505 cubic inches and 500 horse power, he even pointed to the air box showing me the 505 badge, I asked him to race. He told me I only had 400 horsepower and that he had 500. So I went and payed the extra money to run and ran him. He had already made a couple of passes and this was my first and worst run of the day. I treed the hell outta him, .600 (my worst one that day) to his 1.2. So I killed him in the 1/8 and him realizing I had spanked him got on the brakes to make it appear he wasn't trying and ran a 13.6 at 83. I was even nice enough not to go and harass him any while he was hotlapping the hell outta his car.