Driving through Los Gatos today, a teener in a WRX pulls up behind me and revs his engine. As soon as he got the chance he pulls up next to me, looking over, and gooses it a couple of times.
School zone dead ahead. I let him move on, but he gets stopped at the light.
Feeling a little cocky, I pull up next to him at the light (he is now going to turn left).
I quip, "You're kidding, right?"
He sternly replies, "Nope!"
I return, "Probably should be."
The light turns green. He still thinks we're racing, as he has about 100' before his left turn. I blip the throttle enough to pass him, then shift to second for a legal cruising speed through the school zone.
Okay, I know the WRX is light, and with the turbo can be fast. This guy looked kind of street punk (baseball cap over his ears, gold chains, too young to have purchased the car himself), otherwise I wouldn't have been such a weenie.
Any other encounters with street racers, in particular the street punk type?
DD