Got bet by a mid 90's Z28... wait.. no

[Rice Hunter]

I realize that I drive a fast car that is supposed to be raced and stuff, but I don't want to race all the time. Waste of gas, plus I just sometimes don't feel like it (I'm drving the GT I sold until I get my Cobra back, my friend doesn't need it today). With that said, I was commuting to work (about 1 hour 15 min from home) and stop at a stop light. It's 6:20am and I feel like sh't. I don't notice, nor care, what kind of car pulls up beside me. He doesn't rev or make any audible 'you want to race?' sound. Light turns green, and I'm shifting at 2500rpm. Apparently, he was racing, he squeeked and roared ahead. "Wow man! I'm killing a GT hardcore!! I'm fast!" Anyway, I eventually pass him in traffic and he looks over smiling and nods all cocky. I give him the "what the hell are you doing?" look and cruise on by. Man, I know he's going to tell all his friends that he killed a GT by 8 car lengths or something. I know I 'should' race every time I get a chance like that, but you know what? I was just plain tired.