I saw a red convertible corvette weaving in and out behind me....after two red lights he’s beside me....
I just ignored him...his radio was blasting something about dead men or whatever ....
He started goosing it as our green light was approaching..
I think he was trying to get me to jump the light...but I was paying close attention to it...
The light finally changed....I’m sure everyone was expecting to see an old fashioned drag race...
I sat there....he sat there watching me... I goosed it slightly...he goosed his....I started moving again and so did he....I started giving it more. 5 mph...6...7...8... he was pacing me.....the tension was mounting ....I shifted to second... and he finally had enough and floored it.....I just slowly increased my speed watching him getting smaller....
Now did you really think my 2.4 was going to beat a big corvette V8?
I didn’t want to embarrass myself even attempting to race him....I lived to race another day...