I was driving the wife's Avalon a few years ago and had some kid in a pitiful little tuner pull up next to me with a girl in the passenger seat and start revving his wimpy little engine and creeping forward...I wonder if that girl dumped him after he got completely waxed by a middle aged man in a "lux" sedan? That Avalon can take off well enough if you can keep the front wheels from spinning...
Another kid in an STI with stickers all over it did the same thing when I was in my FXT waiting for a left arrow at a highway onramp with 2 left turn lanes. I just smiled, knew the kid should be able to wax the crud out of me (particularly since I was in the rightmost turn lane and had a longer path than him) but I figured I would at least make him work for it. Timed my launch based on the yellow to red for the cross traffic (NOBODY around, no worries about anybody going through on the red) and hit the merge with him lurching way behind me...I would guess he missed a shift badly.
I wanted to get a look at his face after that and hung to the right going slower than usual on the highway, but he just DID NOT want to pass me! Finally ended up to his right at another red light and it turned out there was something really interesting to his left that he stared at until we got the green.
Thought of another one that I should probably be more ashamed of...was getting ready to get onto a tight ramp from one highway to another, was already in the right lane but some jackwagon in an ancient van was just desperate to get in front of me despite there being nobody behind me for hundreds of feet. I didn't speed up to block him, but he just didn't have enough power to actually pass me...he finally falls in behind me, but of course he is [censored] and tailgating the [censored] out of me.
This off/on ramp is pretty poorly designed and there is a rather sudden change in the sharpness of the turn partway into the curve...I usually would slow down a bit at that point, but that day I just hugged the inside corner more than usual and prepared for the possibility of my tires squealing a bit while I held my speed.
Of course, the van couldn't hold the curve and he went sliding across the pavement...I don't think he went totally out of control, but he probably ended up stopping in the grass.
Hey, I didn't DO anything to the guy, right? Not my fault he can't drive his crappy old van.
