OK, last night in Boston I had a situation right out of fast and furious. A pathetic RSX and new Celica are ahead of me at the light. I pull up alongside the RSX in the "right turn only" lane so he knew there would be a fight, right? The poor bastard is trying to impress me by revving his little ricer engine. He looks over to see some blonde chick in an SRT-4 (idiot probably thought it was a regular Neon) all cocky like so I had to teach him a lesson. I tossed back my long hair and prepared to make mince meat out of him. The light turns green and I launched in first around 2800 rpms, hardly moving my boost and barely pressing the gas pedal down. I look in the rear view mirror, oh I don't know, maybe 2 seconds later. Where is the ricer???? Where or where did he go? He was so far behind it wasn't even a contest. Come on you ricers, give us something! At least try to keep up son! The Celica totally didn't even participate, must have tangled with an SRT-4 already or just knew not to even try. The RSX gave up and took a right turn. So sorry, you spent too much money on a car that can't even beat a suped up Neon!!!! The adrenile rush was nice though, I'll give him that.