I was on my way to work one evening, when I pulled up to the traffic light on 64. Damn- I always miss this light. I was just minding my own buisness, looking for a radio station when this bright red Civic pulls up beside me. It had the usual mods - fart can, ridiculous spoiler, what looked like 20'' wheels, a pillar guages, and enough stickers to wallpaper a grocery store. He looks over at me as if pleased by my disgust. He throws a couple of revs, and I know it's on. I begin to build a couple of pounds of boost in anticipation of the green. He turns his radio up as the light changes. Immediately he jumps a full car length out and grabs second gear. As the boost begins to take hold, I can feel myself reeling him in. By the time we hit sixty, I was pulling by him at an astonishing pace. I stayed in it until about ninety, and then let off. Several seconds later the Civic owner did his fly-by and saluted me. I don't think he let out until I had already turned off. I wonder how it feels to get dusted by a Volvo wagon.