My ex-fling, Matt, has a cute, little, blue del sol. Pride and joy, thought that it was untouchable. Well, we split up and went our seperate ways (not on the greatest of terms) and I didn't see him for a while. The day that I bought my car I was just out driving, testing her abilities, when low and behold, here comes Matt. He pulled up right next to me at the red light. I rolled down the window, waved and smiled like an angel, he rolled down and asked if I had "tested her limits yet", of course I could not resist, so we revved up the engines. Light turned green, rubber on pavement, blue smoke billowing, I decided that it was time to let him have it. Maybe a quarter of the way the left lane merges, which I happened to be in. 3rd gear, I hit 65 mph, left his ass, swung in front of him. Turned on his street, waited for him, he pulled up, I smiled, blew him a kiss, and told him that next time I would give him a head start. Loved it. Every minute. 
