I drive 2.4 miles to work through 10 stop signs... Gets boring real quick (especially when The Man decides to camp out a few intersections...)
My other option is about 4-5 miles through a few traffic lights. Usually preferring to avoid stupid people, I tolerate the stop signs!
But yesterday I decided to take the main road. At the second light I punched the throttle a bit in my 2001 Dodge Stratus R/T Coupe with it's 3.0L V6 and 5-speed manual. Sometimes you gotta feed some speed to your ride, right?! I didn't really pay much attention to the VW next to me - I'm guessing a Passat or similar 4-door, probably betwen an 04 and 06 model year. Well apparently, he noticed me.
At the next light we stopped. I was in the left lane which ended barely 70 yards ahead. Light turned green - he took off. It's amazing how quickly your mind can adapt to what's going on. Almost instinctively my foot went to the floor, though I hadn't quite tacked up the engine before dropping the clutch, so my launch was...
His rear bumper quickly entered my field of vision.
But in the sweet-spot of the RPM band I slammed the aging 5-speed into second and chirped the tires - yeup, she still does it! I slid alongside his car with surprising speed and pulled all the way ahead before slipping into his lane at the merge. By the time I returned to non-jail-time speed, I had 100 yards on 'im.
She might be 10 years old, but she can still mover 'er ass when I need 'er to!
ViperMan