What'* the most lopsided stoplight race you've been in?
I'll start the ball rolling:
A few years ago, my friend Justin was driving a 1990 Subaru Legacy, and I was riding along. (Sorry, this story doesn't involve a Bonneville). We are cruising through Maple Grove around Midnight when we come upon a red stoplight. It'* a clear, warm summer night. As we are stopped at the light, a lone Firebird stealthily approches, halting next to us.
Nothing happens for a second, and then the f-body driver blips the throttle once, then twice more. My friend, being a good sport, revs the Subaru a few times, then creeps forward to match the 'bird. We're both laughing, knowing full well that the Legacy is about to be clobbered. Nonetheless, Justin is going to give it his best shot. Can't go down without a fight, eh?
The crosslight goes yellow. The firebird creeps forward a hair more. Justin puts the Legacy in gear, keeps the clutch disengaged, and brings the tach up to two grand. Red. Pause. Green! The Firebird spins its wheels. Justin drops the clutch and the Subaru takes off, with all four wheels grabbing at the pavement. We go about two lengths, then the Firebird hooks up, and the race is over. VRRRRROOOOM!! He passed us so fast that we could hear a Doppler shift. We lost, but we had fun doing it.