These stories have reminded me of the race I had the other day.
I'm waiting patiently at a stop light when this minivan driven by a soccer mom pulls up next to me. I glance over and she's talking on her cell phone, but she gives me the "glance" so I know it's on! I see her gab a bit more on her cell phone. I
know she must have been talking up how she was going to leave me for dust as soon as the light changes. I look over her ride and think "No way, mom! You're not going to kick my ass today."
I turn back to watch the light and caress the clutch feeling the point of engagement. I'm ready, but risk a glance at my opponent. She looks distracted still talking on her phone. I'm sure it's a ploy to get the jump on me. The light turns green and I crack the throttle to 1/8 full. I blow by her and that's the last I saw of her.