A long time ago (1987) there I was sitting at a red light with my 3 month old turbo-t. Minding my own business, listening to James Taylor on the tape deck when low and behold up pulls a black iroc-z with some 17 yr old schmuck behinmd the wheel. Well, junior starts patting th egas trying to start something, without looking over at him I powerbrake until the boost light just starts to flicker, light changes and we're off. Would have caught and passed him sooner but had some SERIOUS wheelspin issues when catching 2nd. By the time I hit o/d he was off of it trying to think up some excuse for his bimbo girlfriend as to why he just got waxed by a grey Buick. Cars have come and gone, as have victims, but the first one always remains the sweetest.