Yesterday on the way home from work I pulled up first to a stop light. It's one of those intersections that widens out to two lanes for about 1/4 mile before and after the light, so people always slide into the right lane to get around as many cars as they can. So I'm sitting there in the left lane and a beautiful gun-metal gray Dodge Viper roadster pulls up in the right.
It's ON!
I casually slip the shifter down to B for first gear start (something that hadn't been working for a while - the cure turned out to be a simple fuse replacement) and hit my traction control defeat (it was plenty warm outside for a good hook-up).
After waiting for the left turn arrows and hoping no idiot makes a right on red into our way, the light finally turns green and I slam it.
That Viper didn't know what hit him! I took him by about 10 car lengths before he had to merge back into the left lane. It was SWEET! 
Oh - did I forget to mention he had a Hyundai in front of him?
It's ON!
I casually slip the shifter down to B for first gear start (something that hadn't been working for a while - the cure turned out to be a simple fuse replacement) and hit my traction control defeat (it was plenty warm outside for a good hook-up).
After waiting for the left turn arrows and hoping no idiot makes a right on red into our way, the light finally turns green and I slam it.
That Viper didn't know what hit him! I took him by about 10 car lengths before he had to merge back into the left lane. It was SWEET! Oh - did I forget to mention he had a Hyundai in front of him?
