I don't condone drag racing on city streets, but yesterday I just couldn't resist: a big, bold Mustang GT pulled up alongside me at a stop-light, rumbling and grumbling and showing his muscles, all sound and thunder. Very macho, gunning the engine purposefully: vroom, vroom. Empty street ahead. Light goes green. I even let him get a slight head start, then with a simple tap of the accelerator, left him in my dust--er, I mean my electrons.
At the next stop light, he was decidedly meeker and more subdued....
At the next stop light, he was decidedly meeker and more subdued....