A Hemi was about the only car I'd readily back-down from ----- I just figured them as unbeatable, pretty much.
I remember one night driving my '67 big-block 'vette & a white '69 or so 'vette pulls up beside me. I'm out on Long Island somewhere & the roads are kind of twisty so I wasn't too sure about all this. The light goes green, he gets the jump on my & I go after him. Reeling him in wasn't tough at all but as the road starts getting curvy he stays in it & I'll be damned if if I'm gonna lose (yeah, stupid, I know. WEll, I guess he wasn't as sure of the whole thing either as we got to the apex of the first turn in a small series of "S"s, he backs waaaaay off. I stay in it, lose sight of him until the next light, a mile or two down the road. He looks over at me & just turns off the road sheepishly idling away. Truth be told, I'm sure he could've beaten me, but it was one of those things where the driver, not the car got beaten.....