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See. I do that exact same thing. The only problem is:
Some mexican (sorry, I just really don't know his name) worked with a friend. He had a 12.5 second mustang. He always wanted to race my Corvette. I found him, and we both lined up at the light. My girlfriend started telling me not to. I did anyway, and the light dropped. I jammed the gas and let out the clutch. In a few seconds, I was going 88 and 5 or 6 cars ahead. My girlfriend started hitting my chest, and yelling, so I shifted into 3rd and then fifth. I hit the brakes, and he blew by me at 90-95 mph. And for a long, long time, he has always said he stomped me. Then my Vette caught fire, and now I can't go and show him again.
So, I do go until I KNOW I won. But some people are dumb I guess.
-Jeff
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