Today the wife and I went to get some take out for dinner. Some background first. On the way home there is a stop light and on the other side of the intersection the two lanes merge into one. The road has a slight hill to it and I can never get my car to hook up there. So anyways the light is red and I'm in the right hand lane and I see a camaro pull up and I look over and he's pointing at my lisence plate "Keep Up" laughing at me then he uses some hand signals to tell me I'm number "1"(basically he gave me the bird) Well the light turns green and he stomps on it. He hooks up and takes off I knowing I can't hook up ease into the gas I still spun the tires but once I got traction I blew by him like he was standing still. Beating him to the lane merge by 1 1/2 car lengths. It was good to see his jaw hanging in his lap as he stared in wonder why his V6 Camaro was spanked by a GP. I just smiled and waved bye bye. I think he won't be judging cars by there covers anymore.