I was just on my way home from grocery shopping when I stopped at a stoplight. I picked up my cell phone to call a friend and while it was ringing I see this mexican guy in a older style cadillac, my guess a 90 - 93' Deville. He's totally staring me down and checking out my car. The light turns green and he punches it, I hear his 100 horsepower V-8 groaning and gasping for air. My phone is in my left hand and I'm still waiting for my friend to answer, so in the meantime I punch it. I had my A/C cranked and I am shifting and steering with one hand. He had about a two car length jump on me because I wasn't planning on racing. I leiserly shifted with one hand and easily passed him, to his amazement. I could tell he was all into it, and he looked pretty disappointed as I passed him like he was towing a house behind him. Once I hit fourth he gave up, he was a good 4-5 shortbus lengths behind me. I hung up my phone, my buddy wasn't home yet.