That's rich! I have those 'tards in my end of town. It's funny when they pull up along side and start pointin' and revin' those Hondas. They sound like Sunday beer farts on steroids. I just calmly take off from the light, and then mash it going into 2nd gear. And this is with my cammer. They poop in those baggy pants when I have the convertible out.
