hahaha ... I have to be the first off the line at every stop light. I'm sort of weird like that. I figure that if I've got the best car, then it's a shame for ANYTHING else to pull away faster than me. :) Okay, I'm not that bad, but you know what I'm saying. I'm the crazy guy in the 300hp sports car that sitting next to the rusted out escort at the light just talking to myself saying, "OOoo ... big Escort eh? You want a piece of me? Do ya? huh? huh?" Meanwhile the woman in the escort has failed to notice that a car is even next to her, because she's busy eating her McDonald's fries. I think you get the picture. :)
