I think everybody remembers the Asian guys in 'Better Off Dead' who always pull up alongside John Cusack wanting to race when he's in that god-awful station wagon. (In fact, someone here has it as their avatar.) I am having a similar experience. The GN is waiting for this Christmas thing to be over so I can afford to take it in and get a few things done. My daily driver is a Stealth R/T and it's not even a turbo unit. I live down a state road in Santa Fe county and everytime I'm on my way home, a total ricer POS passes me as if he were something special. This Civic is half covered in primer and the other half is about six different colors. His ground effects are all bent up and he's got an Auto Zone wing if ever I've seen one. Everytime I walk through the front door, the wife can tell exactly what's on my mind: "You saw that Honda again, didn't you?" When the GN is done, I'm gonna school this motherf***er and (like Mike Tyson) then I'm gonna eat his children. I know some of you guys have got to have a story about situations like this. Please chime in.