A pontiac gto beat me off the line and then chirped his tires into second gear. He had me beat by about 3 or 4 car lengths before he backed out. Of course we were on the main road through Camp LeJeune, a major Marine Corps base. I wasn't racing, but he thought he won. Who races on a USMC base anyways?!?! I let him go cuz it isn't worth all the trouble that would occur if I got pulled over. Like the song says "You gotta know when to hold 'em...."