I've been called every name in the book for not roasting my tires in between stoplights, many times with the PoPos in plain view on our local strip late at night, seems alcohol is a big factor. I still haven't come up with anything witty that doesn't annoy them too far that my car gets hacked up to crap from a jealous wingnut at a parking lot considering I'm the only GTS in my city, therefore I smile and tell them I can't afford the ticket, that usually works........
If however, no one is around, and the situation presents itself, regardless of who is yelling at me from the road, the car beside me etc, I'll dump her at 5000 and roast thru all of first and well into second. Personal satisfaction over impressing others at this point, hopefully when mid-life crisis hits I'll switch priorities. Hell, my 1/4 life crisis has just pasted, that was bad enough......
