Okay, maybe this wasn't fair, but I couldn't resist. I pulled up next to this "sported" ford focus hatch with a damn cute girl riding shotgun (didn't even see the driver, oops). We're sitting at the stoplight less than a block from my driveway. The light turns green and I start to move, a little faster than normal, but not racing. I notice that the focus is keeping up with me, and I hear the engine starting to wail. So I push the clutch in, revved it up, dropped the clutch and launched the little ford into my rearview mirror. By the time I hit 40mph, the li'l guy (and his cute girlfriend) are focusing (get it?) on my tail lights from 2 car lengths behind. I hit the brakes to turn into my driveway. I wave. He honks. We're both happy. I love this car.