What happens when you're an asshole

Some folks are just *** clowns...and often times these assignments clowns think they have the baddest set of wheels on the planet. Years ago I had a 83 Ford Ranger, I swapped a hopped up 302/c4 in it. Was a 4×4. Used to get it muddy whenever possible. Ran it a few times...12 flat quarters. Truck was covered in muck. I was running an errand for work. Guy and his "woman" pulled up at a lite in his IROC. He was pumping the throttle. Light changed...absolutely destroyed him. Next light...kids handso were 10 & 12, eyes focused on the road ahead. I was looking at him, his "woman" was just laughing at him.
Sometimes these clowns can back it up. Was on the way home from the USPS...1 in the morning. Was on my GSXR1000waiting for the left arrow to turn green. Black SN 95 Mustang rolls up. Blip pedal the throttle and motioned toward the ramp. Light changes, as I am coming out of the turn I am on it. Carried the front wheel all the way down the ramp...rowing thru the gear box, wondering where the Mustang is...at about 145 I got the answer...we slow down to 60, which is right where the bike pulled hard in second gear.....was like I was trained to a tree. We meet at a gas station...twin turbo, meth injection. High 8/low 9 second car...