Driving home last night (through Mexico) I ended up at a light, next to a newer Mustang GT. I blipped the throttle, but the lady driving never even looked over. When the light turned green, we both matted it. I was mildly surprised that she was racing. When I grabbed second, she was just off my back bumper. When I grabbed third, she was half a car further back than that. By this point, I was moving fast enough that going any further seemed way less than prudent, so I got on the brakes. Outcome: Worktruck 1, Mustang 0 
