I was on the road to my friends house and the road was clear on both oncoming lanes and the two lanes ahead. My 350ish pound friend and I slowly pull next to a brand new modded out rsx type s and he stares at us for a couple seconds, downshifts and takes off. We are already going 40ish and it takes me 1/2 a second to realize he's racing me. I downshift as he's almost 1/2 a car ahead of me. Lol I'm yelling out, "HELL NO!" and we pull more and more as I reach speeds up to 85. I shut down since it's usually a well patrolled area and he does a flyby after catching up and I'm making my turn.
All in all, I still liked his exhaust note and how clean it was. Too bad his ego was hurt, I would have liked to compliment him on a nice ride.