I was comming home after a little subaru meet, my friend and I put together(lets just say it sucked). My friend was following me back to my place to drink some beer and surf the amazing interweb(he is sans-computer) and I pull up to a stoplight, now mind you I was taking it slow through town so he could follow me. The stoplight is the kind where two cars pull up and then merge into one lane(pain in the ass, unless your racing). A younger, ignorant looking kid pulls up to me in an late 80's convertable corvette and starts revving his engine. Now Im not in the mood to race since my friend has to follow behind me, so I ignore him. Then it happens, he yells out his window saying the usual, "IMPORTS SUCK", and "NO REPLACEMENT FOR DISPLACEMENT" and the like, I look back and my friend shakes his head and gives me the go. I rev up to about 4k and hold it there. Light turns green and I launch, all I hear is tires squeeling and all I see is black smoke rolling, not white from tires, but black from exhaust from the vette. I got such a good pull on him that my friend even had time to pass him before he even got traction. All in all it made a great day for the both of us. I hope that kid learns a lesson about traction.