Two most comical stoplight encounters come to mind...
First the old guy about 65yrs who said he used to have one just like mine back when he got out of the service, but mine sounds like it is "running a little rough aint it?" (69 GTO with 3" SpinTechs and enough cam to provide the 468 plenty of chop at idle.)
Last year, literally on the way home with the car before its disassembly my buddy and I were taking it on a final Friday night cruise, so I could not resist giving a little bumble-bee sounding thing next to us a good loud revving at the light(think it was a Honda, but not sure, don't care to notice they all look alike to me). Sure enough the two guys inside ask if we want to race. Right about then the light changes, and with about 1/2 pedal I pull the guy thru 1st and into second with a nice little tire chirp. While me and my friend have a good laugh. About 3/4 of a mile later after we stopped laughing and were cruising along about 50 in the 45 zone... here comes the ricer with his engine just crying for mercy and doing about 80 flying past us! Damn he was going NEARLY fast enough for that F1 style wing on his decklid to actually start having some downforce!! Next stoplight a couple miles ahead, they are waiting for us all proud of their "win." I practically had to pull of the road to stop from laughing so hard.
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