I was on my way home from dropping of my 5th wheel to have some work done on it. Now normally I drive a bit faster than the speed limit, I'll admit it. So I'm doing 55 in a 40 and the other cars are curtious drivers and move over and let me pass. So I get to a stop light and I hear what sounds like a huge hive of angry bees, and the pounding of a cheap subwoofer. There it is, your typical Fast and Furious wannabe. He had it all, the primered fenders with the vents, chrome wheels only on the back, a gigantic spoiler which would look equally at home on the back of a 727. The guy's just revving the engine to his heart's content. So I look over and laugh. The light turns green, he speeds off. I pretty much expected so. So on my leasurely drive to the next light I'm "fiddling" with my edge. Oops, I bumped it up to level 5 by accident.
So now I'm ready, he's revving his engine again, expecting to run away from me again, but this time...it ain't happening. So I give it a little boost. Light turns green and we're off! Now this guy is shocked, we're running neck and neck. I back off the go pedal just a bit and he starts to pull ahead...then I just stomp on it. In the whine of the turbo and a black cloud of smoke I'm leaving his butt behind. I get past him and pull into his lane, and he moves over into the lane I just left. I let off, he starts to catch up and we get to the light about the same time. He's just staring at me now, so I roll down the window and ask "wanna go again? I'll give you a head start'' He flips me the bird and makes a left. Man, sore loser