Ok- so I'm on my way to work this morning and I stop at a stop light. Some guy pulls up next to me and he's checking out my H3. Then he revs his motor a couple times and nudges forward. I'm thinking what an idiot- he's wants to race me. I didn't fall for it knowing my HUMMER isn't exactly fast.
We get to the next light and he does it again. Third light -you guessed it- he did it again.
This time I had enough. I reved up my massive 5 banger to let him know the race was on. We both nudged forward as if to stage for the light. Waiting.... waiting.... GREEN! We're off! Not exactly a tire squealing, pavement smoking event but we were off just the same.
I'm mashing the go fast pedal so hard I got a cramp in my foot and for some reason I found myself ducking my head as if it would reduce wind drag!
When I noticed he wasn't in front of me I looked out the side window- hmmm not there. I looked in the rear view mirror and I'll be damned if I didnt put a spanking on him!! In your face little dude!
Oh bye the way- did I mention he was in a Honda Element? 
(true story)