Returning from downtown last Sunday, we stop at a light on a larger street real close to where we live. It's me, the gf and my visiting uncle and his gf if you now can call it that; so the Centurion is pretty loaded with people. To our right comes this newish silver Mitsubishis sedan, I could never figure out what model it was, but something regular. The look I get from the guy as he pulls up next to us tells it all, it's on... It goes green and we both go for it, it hooks nice with just a little squeel and we're off, he quickly loses a car and tries his very best to catch up. He goes down two cars and I figure this is game over. We're now up to around 50 in a 35 zone and there's always tons of cops around, so I back off since we're approaching the next light which has a bunch of cars already waiting at it. He flies by as I brake and we're all laughing as we pass him when we get to the next light. He never had a chance.
