It was a saturday night and i was on my way to get some chinese food at a restaurant in Queens. at a red light this high school kid in his tracer pulls up next to me with his buddies taunting me to race him. so i nod my head and watch the cross signal. i see yellow so i put the left foot on the brake, right on gas. GREEN. i nail the gas and spin the tires a little bit and once they grabbed all i heard was the screaming of the engine at 5000rpms. i toasted him like he was standing still. each gear i pulled further and further away. next light he pulls up again and all 3 of them just stare straight ahead and didn't even look over once. everyone in our car was staring at them. funny part was, i wasn't in my car. i was driving the car of a girl i was hanging out with for the night. she was scared $hitle$$ sayin' "my car!" hehe it wasn't a Lightning, nor a Cobra, nor a GT or Bullitt. just a bone stock contour that wanted to run freely. 
