[bobcowan]

I was sitting at a red light on the main drag (Academy Blvd). On my right is a typical rice burner: Fart can, huge tach, stickers, etc. I hear what sounds like a weed whacker, and I look over in his direction. He looks at me and gives me that look/gesture - you know it, you've seen it.

So I put the trans in second, set the line lock, ran the rpm's up to about 5K, and dropped the clutch.

The engine is roaring, the screaming side pipes are aimed right at his window, and the tires are just boiling like there's a fire.

I pushed in the clutch, and let the engine drop back to it's mellow 750rpm idle. I looked over at him and said, "OK, I'm ready". He wouldn't look at me after that. When the light turned green, we both calmly drove away. He turned in at the next drive way.