I initiated a deliberate defeat last weekend. "I do not race." Ahead of me was a pristine, white Camaro (can't be more specific, but it was clearly not stock, w/aftermarket wheels and altered badging). He tried to make the light but it went yellow on him too soon; so I ended up beside him on the front row. On green he moderately accelerated and when he was two or three car lengths ahead, I gunned it and shot past him, then backed off as I reached the
speed limit (which is less than ten over

). I watched him coming and heard that gorgeous V8, and then a white bolt streaked past me and got very tiny with distance. He slowed down when he realized that he was on his own.