Tonight I was riding out with one of my friends, just cruisin looking for street races. Didn't find much, but I did get to race a cavalier. I wouldn't even have bothered, but he kind of tricked with some kind of turbo whistler or something similar. His car had that high pitched whistle, and I was gullible enough to think this guy actually had some work done. But, I should have known better when I saw the "euro" lights and gay lookin stickers. So, I pull into the turning lane to follow him and look over while we're waiting for the light. When the light changes I hear him get on it, so I floor it about half way through the turn and start to squeal the tires pretty good and get a nice slide through the turn, and by about about 55 this guy is no where to be found. I thought "Maybe he lost traction too, and just figured we'd catch a light." Well, we caught a light, I gave him a nod and a grin, then I checked out his passengers. Now that I got a good look and the guy and the two girls with him, it definitely looks like high schoolers. I figured I'd teach him lesson. So when this light changed I blew his freakin doors off. I pulled a car length by 15-20, and as soon I hit the torque curve I just walked him. Really bad. I had a few bus lengths by 75 and figured he'd had enough.