Last night I was in my beaten up beater (94 Mazda 626 [2.0]--125000miles, not taken car of). I'm driving casually and some jerkoff in a 325 with tinted window's and a subtle body kit starts riding my ass. We are on 30 mph downtown streets mind you. So I move over and we both stop at a light. When the light turns green of course he guns it and takes off. Well of course it's downtown, so he gets stuck at the next light. Well this time I'm ready. My major skill is that I have very good reflexes and timing for getting off the line. When it turned green I gunned my 626, it coughed once and then came to action (if you can call it that) the best thing is that I burned this jerkoff. It was so funny because he couldn't catch me after that. If you saw my beater and got beaten by that, I promise you, you'd drive into the river. It was a fun kill..