I was driving home after work with my father yesterday ...
I'm sitting at a stop light where the speed limit changes from 40 to 45. It's a 4-lane road, and I'm in the left lane (I was driving faster than the cars in the right lane). There's a Buick Lacrosse sitting behind me. There's a cop in the opposite direction (I have 4 < 5mph over the limit, one "loud exhaust" for OEM equipment, and one failure to observe a stop sign in which I rolled backwards pullovers from these municipal cops) so when the light turns green, and I take off normal (shift at 3.5K, not flogging it).
I get to the point where it's safe to merge back into the right lane, and the Lacrosse cuts off the vehicles in the right lane and floors it to do a flyby. The two high school age kids in the back turn around to point and laugh since they just smoked me.
Just doing 3-4mph over the limit, I end up catching up within 30 seconds (they got caught behind a slow car) once I made the turn I needed to. I get to the light at my mom's work (my parents needed to run an errand together), and I'm the third car in line. There's a Jeep, the Buick, and me. The Jeep takes off at a slow but reasonable pace, and the Buick does a burnout (just to slam on it's brakes 2 seconds later before nearly rear-ending the Jeep).
Let me tell you, between the flyby and that burnout, those kids gave me a piece of humble pie - I'll never mess with a Buick Lacrosse on the road
This is a somewhat common occurrence here. For having what should be a fast car, I can't seem to win a race to save my life