I have a funny story about a Boss 302 stang. Years ago I was waiting at a traffic light in my old 70 Chally (440 auto at the time) and this clown pulls up next to me with one. Can't mistake them with the decals on the fenders. Anyway, he's powerbraking the crap out of the car and billowing clouds of tire smoke are rising in the air. I was a bit embarrassed by it, and it's in a high Cop area crossing a major highway. Anyway, he smolders the tires for a good minute and light turns green so I nail it just to get away from him before the popo arrives to see where the fire is. I put like 10 car lengths on him in 1st gear and legged out second too just for good measure doubling my lead. Definately one of the worst beatings I ever inflicted on another street car. I was just glad to get away from there. I return to cruising speed, like 40mph and here he comes up behind me flashing his lights off and on. I'm like
WTF??? So I pull over and he gets out and starts kissing my butt telling me how fast my car is. I wanted to tell him his car was just a slow turd and smoldering your tires like that isn't the way to get off the mark, but.....