Hah! What a coincidence -- I killed a Cobra in my yellow 240zt on Friday. I wasn't even planning on it at first. Story:
Towards the end of work, a guy from work (his name is Guy) asks me for a ride home.
"Sure," I replied.
As we left, I came up to my first red light on a 6-lane road (just like yours was -- 3 one way and 3 the other). I was in the middle lane, and I pull up next to this mid-late 90's Cobra on my right. I didn't really think anything of it, but then I saw his hand start waving around in the air -- when I looked over at him, he was giving me a thumbs up, so I told Guy to roll down his window.
"Awesome car, man!" he shouted, "I have a '76 280 at home that I'm restoring."
"Cool!" I responded. "Where do you live?
"I live out in the country, but I work over at *******; you should swing by sometime and I'll show you where I keep it."
"Sounds good..." at this time I noticed the light was green, "well, take it easy!"
As I started to drive off, he floors it and shoots off, so naturally, I accept his challenge. I floor it in 1st, just shifting at 5,000 rpms. By the end of 2nd gear my nose is a few feet in front of his, with the sound of my BOV echoing off his door, revealing my secret weapon (BTW, I can hear all 8 cylinders roaring as they struggle to keep up), and then 3rd gear at about 4500 rpms I had put about 3 car lengths in between us before I let off. We both just cruised to the next light, where he began praising my car.
"Holy crap, I couldn't catch that little booger!" He chuckled in astonishment. Just as soon as I was about to ask him if he had any modifications to his SVT (I knew he at least had one -- the dual 3" exhaust with what sounded like Flowmasters) the light turned green, so we both took off, and unfortunately, I had to turn off the road.
If I can only remember where he said he worked...maybe some day I'll see him again