Last night I was at the local street races here in Houston when a guy in a 2000 white z-28 with a "spoiled brats racing" sticker on the back windshield wanted to race me. He looked over my car and said he wanted 5 car lengths and the move. I agreed and we raced for $60. As soon as he flinches I take off and pull back all 5 cars, pass him at 100 like he's standing still, and proceed to put 3 more cars on him. He pulls back around and refuses to pay me my money because he says there was no clear finish line. Everybody else in the crowd saw me pull ahead of him but his sticker said it all, "spoiled brats racing". I felt like cracking him upside his head, but these days its not worth it cause you'll get stabbed or shot. I gave him a good view of the "A 6 8 U" on my license plates though and it was well worth it.