My boss has a 2001 Camaro SS, automatic. It's totally stock, and he won't even let me talk him into getting an airlid for it. He knows I've modified my WRX a bit, but he doesn't know too much about them. He always half kids me about racing sometime, "if I think I can handle it". As he is my sales manager, I'm not going to make it a point to try to show him up. He does authorize my commission after all.
He had treated our small sales office to lunch at Lone Star, and on our way back, he and I end up at a stoplight next to each other with our windows down. I wanted to race, but didn't want to appear disrespectful or immature. So, looking off in the distance, I could see dark clouds in the distance. I asked him if he thought it would rain yet today. He said no, probably not... Then he asked, "So, is that thing pretty good off the line?" To which I replied, "Yeah, it's not too bad..." I figure that's a clear indication that he's gonna go for it too.
As the light for cross traffic turns yellow, I threw a rev to let him know that he's gonna find out just how quick it is, and then I bring the rpms up to a steady 3500 rpm in anticipation of the upcoming green. No cross traffic running the lights, no cops around, just two lanes open for a long stretch in front of us.
Light changed, and I floored it and slipped the clutch, launching fairly well. At the same instant, he launched from idle, and I heard his tires mildly squealing. Through first gear, I jumped out to a 3 car lead on him, hearing his tires the entire time. As I shifted to second, he gained a carlength back on me and is only about 2 lengths behind me. Through 2nd, I pulled another 1/2 car length, and shifted to third about 2-3 cars in front. As we approached 70 mph, he was just starting to show signs of potentially reeling me in, and we were approaching a truck in his lane. Time to hit the brakes and back off.
We got back to the office, and both had a good laugh. He felt that I took advantage by "revving up my car" and that he lost out a bit due to squealing his tires. "Well, duh", I thought to myself. I told him he would've likely passed me by the time we hit 100 anyway, but that there wasn't a good place to do that around our office.
I guess I'll find out next Friday if my commission check is a bit lighter than usual, and if the missing money ends up going to a few small modifications to his SS...