So I'm on the way to my girl's house, on a residential street w/ a few lights. Speed limit is 30, but whatever. So as I'm cruisin around 40, I see this baby blue "custom" two door accord (early 90's I think, it was debadged, of course) bouncing around on either lowered or cut springs, and what looked like 18" white rims. Of course the car sounded like my lawn mower b/c of those exhaust systems that you can buy at a mall stand. It just so ends up that we both pull up to a red light next to each other with no cars in front of us. He gives me a look, I rev the engine just a bit, the light changes and off we go. I squeal in first for a split second, chirp in 2nd (I already had him a car's lenght behind), go in third, and I got a nice glimpse of him in my rear view mirror when I reached 60 and backed down. He didn't catch up, and turned off on a side street. Man, this was the first time in my life that I raced anyboy, and lemme tell ya, it felt friggin awesome to win. I'm not sure what he was packin under the hood, probably not much at all, so I don't know how much of an even race this was, but a race is a race and I kicked his ass. Damn, I love my car.