My favorite was a 4-cyl compact SUV packed with 6 or 7 people who wanted a race. One of the guys in the back had signaled that he wanted me to do a burn out at the light. I'm confident I successfully gave him the same look as Tommy Lee Jones (see above). While driving next to me, they were bouncing around the interior of their Grand Viagra like a pack of lemurs on crack as the driver repeatedly floored it. The engine screamed, the dorks bounced around so much that I wondered if the SUV might tip over, yet their velocity never changed - not even slightly! Oh well, I'm a nice guy so I felt embarrassed for them.
