So I'm riding in my mates Mustang...
(Ok, not strictly his, but it has his name on the side. It's his dad's track day car, they usually go together)
Sitting in the regular seat on the passenger side, while he sits in the racing seat (A protest from his girlfriend of 3 years caused this. She only put up with sitting in the racing seat for a day, after which she accused him of 'Breaking her back' and 'Touching her' when he helped do the seat belts up.)
We pull up to a light, and next to us rolls some sort of Bright Red Honda Civic, ugly fin, stupid body kit, fart muffler.
"Ay, I bet I can beat you to the next light" (It was about 70 Yards away, no traffic ahead of us)
My mate rolls down the window "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. Just because you put "California Special GT" Stickers and got rid of your interior doesnt mean you have a fast car. I bet its the 4-banger! And look, I can buy a loud muffler too! You cant even afford 2 Racing seats!"
"Bro, thats not just a Muffler, that's a Ford Racing exhaust set-up" (True, I had helped him install it months before)
"Shut up and race me, you ****"
My mate watched for the lights going in the cross traffic to turn Yellow, pinned the throttle at 4000 RPM's, and dumped the clutch right as the our light went green.
We easily dusted him. Only to hear as he rolled up:
"Dude! Do you have NOS?"
What a spanner.