Lol, wtg, BTC. Reminds me of the time I was coming up Anderson from having picked up a dumptruck load of gravel from the Tsuu Tina reserve in my buddy's diesel 1 ton. We were making a push to get some gravel down before concrete arrived, so I had no time to spare. The two guys in front of me were driving parallel to each other until the one guy, some faux rich man in a boxster or something started to dawdle, so I attempted to overtake, but he gave it some gas and pulled up again so I couldn't. D-bag.
At the light at 24th street, the guy in front of me pulled in to the turning land so I was pole position with d-bag beside me. He was on the right hand side and so was my tailpipe. I started nudging forward a bit to let him think I was going to try to race him and he totally bought it. But I also figured that he'd sit pretty until the light changed so that he could illustrate to me just how much faster his sports car was than my fully loaded 1 ton diesel dumptruck (as if I didn't know).
I know that light so well, I have it almost timed to the tick, and when that truck takes off, if you put the pedal to the floor, it still moves like molasses, but you get a big plume of black smoke.
So I inched up until my tailpipe was just back of his open drivers side window and right before the light turned green, I pinned it. All I can say is "he shoots, he SCORES!!".
Dick.