It's 9PM. Fairly cool and windy. I'm just jumpin from red light to red light tryin to get to my buds house. Mind you I'm not tryin to race, I just drive aggressively. About the fourth red light, this fat bastard in a 280Z pulls up to the side. I perform my usual launch, and he matches me through a 30MPH turn(which we take at 60MPH). So on the next red light he's inchin forward tryin to get the jump on me when it turns green. Well, it turns green, and I get the best launch of my life. Really, it was too bad that I wasted such a damn good launch. By the end of 1st gear, I'm just over 2 cars ahead, and at the middle of 2nd it's no contest. Next red light he's lookin my car up and down trying to figure it all out.
