So, last night I'm driving home as usual. There must be some Camaro get-together going on because there were 5 Camaros in sort of a group on the road. I didn't really pay attention to them, or which styles the cars were, aside from working my way in front of them (they seemed to be playing with eachother, and I like to avoid jackass drivers). Anyways, I get past them, and to the next red light. On my left, one of the black Camaros pulls up next to me. He must have been pumped up from playing with his buddies (which were right behind us) and starts reving and edging up on me. I look over at him with a "sure, whatever.. let's do it" look. Figured if he burned me, no biggie. The next light (~1/2 mile away) is my turn anyways.

So, I rev, he revs, light turns green and either I got a great take off, or he got a really bad one (or both) because I was suddenly about 2 lengths ahead of him. When it came time for me to slow down to make my turn, I put the hazards on, slowed down.. then he passed. I'm sure this is a kill of luck, but I'm sure his buddies will be ragging on him for a while :-) If anything, he has to be embarassed.

It could have been a V6 Camaro, which is beatable. If it was a V8, the dude either couldn't drive, messed up his launch, or whatever. Either way, his buddies probably ragged on him all night, and I got another kill :)