Yesterday, I was driving on the highway minding my own business when my thoughts were interrupted by a grotesque roaring noise. I knew exactly what it was without even looking. A kid in an integra, lowered, rims, intake and exhaust was rapidly accelerating to merge on the highway. I was in the left lane, and I think I knew his plan even before he did. I tapped the accelerator, and made room for him behind me. I kept 110km/h, slowing overtaking an 18 wheeler in the center lane, all the while being viciously tailgated. Once he was completely blocked in by the truck and the tailgater behind him, I let loose. He was almost completely engulfed in soot and I took off and eased my way into the slow lane. I coasted down to 100 and ignored him as he irritably farted past in the fast lane. A short while later, much to my delight, we ended up exiting at the same road. Even better, we ended up side by side at a red light. I asked him "VTEC?" He said no, but that it was a "two liter, double overhead cam blah blah blah blah." (I rapidly lost interest and tuned it out til he was finished.) There was very little traffic around, so I asked him if he wanted to have a go up to 80ish. He said sure, then launched! Woah! I looked forward and saw the light was green. I damn near stalled it in my suprise, then discovered I'd left it in second gear. Boost came on fast, and the tires scrabbled a bit for traction. They hooked and the bunny rocketed forward. I snatched third gear and went past him very quickly. Still no traffic, so I dug deep into 4th just to cement the victory. I slowed for my turnoff, and waved as he honked. After turning down my street, it became apparent he wanted to talk. Sorry, not interested in whatever excuses you might have for your lame car. I buggered off, leaving him to stew in is own ricey juices.