I'm coming home from the bar, take my exit, and the service drive has two turning lanes on to the main road. I am next to a Grand Prix GT - but that's pretty irrelevant at this time. The turn to the main road is about a 60 degree turn, so it's absolutely no problem to take at speed (40 mph). I'm in the outside lane, GP in the inside lane. I take the turn the way a sports sedan should. No big deal. About a 100 yards down the road, this GP comes and does a fly-by on me and cuts me the #$%# off. I'm a little confused, but I didn't really care either. I let him go - the speed limit was 35, I am just leaving the bar so I certainly don't need to be chasing after him (doing 50) and drawing attention to myself. A ways up the road, the light has turned red. I giggle a little. He comes to a complete stop conspicuously short of the traffic light. I thought maybe he wanted to talk, but when I rolled past the car, the windows were up and they were a dark tint. I stopped at the intersection. Now, he begins to creep up to the intersection just as the opposite light is turning yellow. Apparently, it's on when the green light goes. hahahahaha... what a sucker. He was toasted QUICKLY, and I'm pretty sure he gave up at the top of first gear. Between the AWD, and the all-around much faster car, he stood absolutely no chance. Well, as I continue down the street, he pulls up next to me - still no window down, and he's damn near straddling the lane markers, so I'm starting to think I might have pissed him off about something. Oh well, we're approaching my house, I duck down a side street quicker than he can react and that's the last I'll see of him... hahahahahahaha... how's the humble pie taste?