Not sure what the Scion name is of the little two door that kind of looks like the first gen Saturns of the 90's, but anyways, I was coming home from work today, merged out onto the interstate, and I see this little car come flying up behind me to my left in the fast lane.
He got about a half car in front of me, just enough for me to see his giant fat obnoxious fart can buzzing away, and that was enough for me, I punched it. We were going right at 80 when I took off, I was supprised to see he partially (and I use the term partially loosely) hung with me to 95-100, then I watched the road for a few seconds, making sure there were no cars ahead, next thing I know, I'm running 120, I quickly glance in the rearview to see where he's at, and he's so far back then he just kind of blended in with all the traffic behind me and I wasn't even sure which one was him, lol.
It either petered out around 100 or he just gave up once he found out he wasn't running against a G5, G6, Sunfire, or God knows what else these riceboys mistake our cars for. I know it's not a kill to hang on my mantle, but it's a notch in the belt just the same.