So I'm driving south on a road in Phoenix that goes from one lane to two lanes. We're at a light before it splits into 2 and there's a fully riced out Civic in front of me - massive fart can, irrelevant dragon/Asian character graphics, primered pieces, etc. Yup, a real beauty.
So he's sitting there looking back at me revving his engine like crazy, bouncing off rev limiter, and holding the gas down to let the world know of his exkstra-supar-Vteckh (probably was a DX anyway, no VTEC). We get side by side and he's still in 1st gear or something by the sound of the angry swarm of anorexic fleas in his muffler, so I punch it and get about 3 cars on him as he tries to keep up for a second, and then I let off to see what he'll do. He creeps back up with this puzzled expression on his face, looks sheepishly down and then turns off into an empty parking lot as if I wouldn't notice! Hahahaha...he obviously had no business in the lot (there is nothing there), he was just avoiding an ass whooping in front of the other cars there.
Hey at least he didn't make a further asshat of himself and give it a go.
Cliff's notes: the wagon makes a riced Civic owner put his tail between his legs and take his spicy pilaf elsewhere.