He waited until after I shifted, and then mashed the gas peddle. Needless to say, he jumped a couple of car lengths. I got on the gas and started reeling him in big time, but my turn was coming up so I let off and made the turn.
Anyway, it bugs me because I know that the guy is thinking, "Haaa, I showed that stupid ricer with his big *** exhaust. That'll learn him about the power of the domestic V8."
Bah. If I wasn't on an errand for work, I woulda followed his dumb *** to the next light and then walked away from him. Oh well... now I gotta find some other shmuck in an LX 5.0 and race him, to satisfy my ego.
