The story on the Javelin race that broke my car

As some of you read on an earlier thread, I ran across a really nice Javelin the other night. I talked to the wife and complimented them on a beautiful car. She said that their baby really liked it. Sure enough, in the back seat was a baby in a car seat. I never expected a race and we pulled away normally, with me in first gear. At around 15 - 20 mph, he hit it and took off. I couldn't have that so I punched it and went hard sideways because I was in first gear. I way over revved and ratcheted into second, hooked a little better, fishtailed just a little the other way and then blew past the Javelin very easily. I developed an engine tick immediately after that sounds like a lifter rapping away. As it turns out, a few days earlier my daughter and I were cruising through town and there was a nice car with a scoop in the front and everyone was circling it like a swarm of bees. I knew all the employees, and they know my car. We were doing 25-30 mph and I downshifted and barked the tires. Apparently the owner of the car thought I was a smart *** and since he had a "really built" motor, he told them he was going to "track his *** down" and teach me a lesson and blow my doors off. I found out today that the car was the Javelin. That explains why he never said a word and just scowled at me while his wife and I talked. So much for his "really built" motor. I took him pretty easily, and I didn't hook up well at all. I guess a lesson was taught, but I don't think it was exactly the lesson he was hoping for. My buddy at O'Reilly's said the guy was really pissed the other day. I wonder how he feels now?