Well I was driving to the rink last night and I was on the main drag in my town, which nothing EVER happens on, I have had maybe 3 people in my 11 years of driving try and race me, once with the STi and now twice in my Cobra. Well I was on my way to the rink and I stopped at a light and next to me in the left lane was a late 90's to early 2000's Eclipse, Black. You know, the one that really looks like a chick's car (3rd gen). It had an exhaust and that is all I noticed, I don't know crap about those cars, but I do know it is pretty much useless compared to mine.
So anyway, I pull up next to him, and I stop at the light and I don't even bother looking over because I figured the dude knew his role, I was wrong. The light turned green and I took off normal. At about 5 mph I was a half car ahead and then I hear him punch it hard and go flying by me, I laughed and let him have his glory, and continued on to the next light.
Of course he is sitting at the next red light, because he "killed me" so as I am pulling into the light with the car in Neutral, the light turns green, I lazily put it into 2nd, and drive normal, at about 10 mph. Well I hear my new buddy jam the gas pedal again, to try and show me once again he is king of the road. The second I hear him, I rolled into the gas pretty hard in 2nd. Well the rest is obvious, I put about 5 cars (probably more) on my way to 60 mph, I never took the car out of 2nd gear, lol.
What was the kid thinking? I don't know. Maybe he thought he could take a Mustang, or maybe he knew he would be slaughtered by a Cobra and wanted to see it go, I will never know. I don't think he was ready for an earful (he had his window down) of my SLP LoudMouth I catback, that must have sucked for him.