I was leaving town, and at the last signal out pulled up behind a decent looking El Camino, driven by a bearded, baseball capped older man. I must have pulled up behind him too close, because he looked in his rear view, furrowed his greying brows, and began revving/high idling his fancy aftermarket exhausted engine. The light turned, and he shot off in a huff of tire screeching smoke, just winding it out. I let him lead me out around the last curve to open road, then punched it. He was in the middle of adjusting his rearview mirror to see how far back he left me as I was passing his drivers side, which made him do the double take head whip. (His window was down, and my Truck is rather loud with the straight pipe.) I kept my smoke to myself as I dusted his classic butt.
The look of pure shock on his face was priceless.