So had to take a detour route from the bookstore (where I often study) and ended up driving through little Mexico where older 305 Trans Ams and Camaro's are plentiful.
I catch this dude at a light in his 305 V8 Camaro RS or whatever he keeps giving me hard looks. My friend got one of these as his first car so I know they are balls-ass slow and I just ignored him. He burns rubber coming away from the now green light and feels pretty good about himself I guess.
We catch another light where he then rolls down his window (I then roll down mine) and he says something along the lines of "what's in there? Don't feel bad I have a V8 and exhaust work done bro".
Apparently he thought he had beaten me
I held back my laughter and said I didn't give it my all but we should go again... if I go all out it should be a close race.
He agrees and starts reving.
Light goes green, I put ~ 10 car lengths on him upto 70mph and shut it down. He flew past me and then turned off.... I never got to see his face.
DTR rex = Stage2 + protune.
His car was maybe worth low 15's on the best day of its life.