I actually got two. I was driving home from work one night going down the local freeway, and as the road gets more and more south, there are stop lights at all the major intersections. Well at this timeit was about 9:30pm, I am pulling up to the last stoplight on the freeway, and I am in my '65 chevelle (283 with a powerglide) 4-door Malibu. I am sitting in the right lane, at the line and this late 80's Corvette pulls up next to me. I think nothing of it. All of a sudden I hear honking, I look over and it's these two teenagers wearing their hats backwards, and thinking they're really cool. They give me the signal to roll down my window, so I do. the kid on the passenger side says to me "Hey lets drag." I tell him that no thanks, my car is slow and they would beat me anyway. They start egging me on and on, and I see the lights turn yellow on the crossroad, so I look back and say allright, and right then I see the driver put it in first. I thought "a manual?" So I look forward and wait for our light, and when it turns green, I floor it, nothing special, I just went. The kid in the vette, dumps the clutch, and the vette spins the tires and dies in the intersection, I was long gone, I looked in my rearview, and saw them pull off on a road. So now I can tell people whooped up a vette with my stock, rusty, 4-door chevelle.