Okay, so I'm coming home from work today, and all the little rice boys hang out in that area, driving around in their retarded ass POSs. So I pull up to the light, I've got my music up, and this Neon pulls up next to me and revs his engine, which of course sounds like shit thanks to his fart cannon on the back. I'm thinking to myself "What kind of pussy tries to race an obviously bone stock sedan?" and then this guy answers my question by revving again. So I rev back, figuring that this might be a challenge, and at the very least a decent experience. Well, the light goes green, and we peel off. We're pretty even for a little, then I hit third and blew this kid away. Hit the next light at least 2-2.5 car lengths ahead. He pulls up next to me, asks me what I've got in that thing, and I took an extreme amount of pleasure in telling him "Not a damn thing." Sure, it's not that impressive, but score one more for the anti-rice. Gotta love blowing SOBs like that off the road. Maybe it'll teach them some manners.