Driving home from work last night, I was on the road approaching I680. At the last light before the freeway onramps, I noticed a GTO in the middle lane. I thought this might be fun, right lane was clear, so I downshifted to 1st and slowly rolled up to the light. His car was a Pontiac GTO, I want to say '66. The paint was really sketchy, sort of half-primered looking, probably a project car.
Just as I rolled up beside him, the light went green. Beside him on his left was a Porsche 944. So apparently, he was concentrating on the Porsche and didn't notice me on the right. He and the Porsche went hard and I joined in the fun. I got off a nice launch, went WOT in 1st, pulling him hard, shifted to 2nd at 6500. My lane turned into freeway ramp South, I needed to go North, so I easily merged left ahead of Mr. GTO, now three car-lengths behind.
Meanwhile, the Porsche had shot ahead, GTO guy took offense at being spanked left and right by foreign iron and as we caught up to the Porsche entering the onramp going north, he closed up and started riding my *ss. This onramp is a good long sweeper, but tightens later into a late apex. The Porsche driver babied it a little in the turn, but Mr. GTO's 60's chassis was having trouble coping already, and as we hit the apex and the Porsche accelerated hard once it straighted out, I did too and we left that GTO's headlights way back there in the mirrors.
Once on the freeway, I slowed down to the 80 mph cruising speed, the GTO came flying up in the left lane, pulled alongside and the driver (another old guy with gray hair) flipped me off.