Today at approximately 12:30 pm, on my way to the QT to pick up some Hot Cheetos, I ran into a Hellcat at a stop light. I looked over and revved my Roe powered Viper to about 5500 rpm's, dumped the clutch, and burnt out for about five seconds in place. He started burning out too. Those damn things sound bad ass when that supercharger starts whining. The light turned green and he took off, burning rubber as he did so. There was no one ahead of us. I took off and feathered the clutch...totally avoiding any spinning. About midway through second gear I floored it, got a little bit of sideways action, shifted into third and started to pull away. When the speedo hit 130 I let up and was a good ten car lengths ahead. I came to a stop at the next light, expecting to chat a little with the guy, and he turned right without stopping or waving or $hit. Man what a ******.