I was on my way home from work at 2'am one morning when I roll up on a Challenger at a stoplight. I normally don't street race but there was absolutely no traffic and I really wanted a piece of this one. I roll down my passenger window and before i could say anything the older gentlemen in the Challenger revs and points at the light. I give him the thumbs up and a quick rev. The light we were at holds for about 3 minutes so I tell him I like his car. He nods and says "yeah, I like beating up on underpowered fords". Of course now he has made it personal so I yell "good luck!", roll the window up, and turn off the traction control. The light turns green and I launched like I had slicks. At the top of first I had 1 car on him at the 2-3 shift I had about 3 cars on him. In the middle of 3rd he backed out of it. I slowed down so we could both catch the next light and he said that I must have a lot of boost or a big shot of nitrous. I told him I was just bolt-on and he said BS and peeled out.

About 2 days later I was coming home from work again, same time same place I see the same orange challenger with the same smug old white guy in it. This time I was on my highly modified 01' Ninja zx6r. He looks over, revs, and does a mini burnout. I throw him a rev to the limiter and shoot a foot of fire out of the back to warn him not to tangle with me. My bike will blow the doors off my mustang and competely destroy his challenger so I decide to have some fun with him for being a complete moron. The light turns green and he launched fairly well. I stay at his door through 1st gear then I drop back about a car lenght granny shifting to 2nd. So I get on it hard and shoot past him like he was tied to a pole I keep on it hard into 5th and slow down at about 140. I look back and see that he kept up rather well and was only about 4 bus lenghts back. I don't think he recognized me because I had a helmet on but I do hope I hurt is ego and taught him a lesson.

And the moral of this story is:

1. If you're not sure if it's modded don't talk trash.

2. Never race a modded crotch rocket with a street car.