so i was kicking it over at a friend's place a minute ago... on my way home (about 130) on florin rd here in sacto i hit a stoplight. revving up next to me as he comes to a stop at the light is a white civic hatch. my first inclination was to let it go, but as the opposing light turned yellow i hear him rev to meet a good launch rpm. i follow suit. light goes green, i mash the skinny pedal on the right. his tires lose traction and i am off and running. by the time we clear the intersection i am a car length in front. banging through gears i find 80 and back down. he is a distant set of headlights. i break obviously, to let him know i am waiting for him to pull up. he does at the next light, mumbles something about not wanting to race (as i think, then why did you spin rubber trying to outpace me last light?) and he hits it as i am looking over towards him, not paying attention to the light. it turns green and his i dont want to race attitude turns into another display of tire squealing. little bastard. i got on it again, got past him, and as he faded out he turned right - never saw him again. once when i was ready for him, and then again when he got the drop on me, i handed him his ass. punk.