Betcha feel pretty silly, now, don't you?

Yeah, I'm talking to you, Mister My Station Wagon Doesn't Need A Muffler Because I Pimped It Out With A Racing Stripe. Sitting at the stoplight, revving your engine, only to have me still pull away in front of you when we get the green. Do you think I care that you can hit 30 mph and cut me off right before the next light (that's already red, mind you), seeing as I'm going to make a right turn anyway?

Fine, go ahead, do it. It just seems silly to me that you feel macho because you try to drag race...

...against a bicyclist.