Last night on the way back from the movie theater I decided to take the long route so I just have a nice ride home instead of the Interstate. And out of nowhere this guy in an Accord (1995-1996 4-cyl auto.) flys by me and then slows down as to seemingly insult me. He had nothing done to it that I could tell, not even a tip. Just to see if he was for real, I sped up next to him and he guns it. Now I wasn't about to downshift right then and get beat because he got a jump on me. Then like Heaven shining down, the upcoming light turns red. I crept up to him real slow like and rev a bit. He knows what's coming next, and so do I. My foot started getting really jumpy because I knew that I had to get him on the launch (without too much squeal to attract a cop's attention) because that's what manuals are for, plus he had a bit of torque over me too. I launched only with minimal chirp across the white restriction line and had him from stop until about 70-80. My head felt so big after that, even though it was a Honda. There isn't much race action here, so it was a great night. +1 for DSMs.