Let’s hear a 340 story

This was about a decade ago when I was cruising home on I 81 from the Vally Mall cruse in, when a dude I recently met , "Dooly, RIP", pulls up beside me in his 47 fat fendered Chevy with a 350 in it challenges me for a go.
He stomps it and is hunched up on the wheel, I just squeeze in the throttle in fourth and walk the dog on him, look in the rearview and he`s about a 1/4 mile back lol.
I pull off on the Martinsburg exit and stop and get gas. He pulls in later get out ,walks over to me and says ,Man when you down shifted you left me like I was sitting still.

I said dude I just pressed on the gas, LOL, That ol Chevy must have been a slug.:lol: