OK this is only the best kill EVAR!!!1!!1!11 because of the DB I was racing. I was leaving work and pulling onto a four-laner that comes to a light right as you leave my parking lot. I pulled up to the light and was waiting when this guy in a G35 pulls next to me and revs once. He either had an exhaust or just a muffler or something but it was loud. I look over and -- no joke -- this guy looked like the gigolo from Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigolo. Long flowing black locks, waaaay too much facial hair and, I wouldn't make this up, he winked at me. So I revved up and the light turns so I feather through first and we're pretty much side-by-side, which pissed me off. But my shift was about an hour quicker than his and I pulled about a car. I shifted to third and started to pull away. I shut down at the top of third -- about 95 or so -- about three cars in front. So I slowed and the Italian Stallion slowed WAAAY down and turned into the mall. What a hoser. It was fun beating him, and for some reason strangely arousing.