So I'm on my way to Costco w/the wife, minding my own, getting to know my Wagon and enjoying some spirited driving. Anyway, I'm at a light turning left. Right before the light turns green a full size late '90s Chevy pickup pulls up behind me. I don't pay it any attention and I make my left and quickly pull away. I get to the next light and after a bit the green pickup pulls next to me. We wait at the light until it turns green and when it does he nails the gas and squeals away. No warning at all. I'm thinking "Oh no, you did NOT just do that to me in THIS car with THAT POS. So I nail the gas. The turbo kicks in and even though he was two lengths in front he quickly goes to five lengths behind with a dumb look on his face.
I bet he didn't know what he was up against. He was probably thinking "I'm gonna show this little rice 4-banger some American V8 muscle." But now he knows better
RESPECT THE FLAT FOUR!!!