2:30 this morning coming home from work on Hwy 99 here in Seattle. Some punk in a lowered, and fart canned Prelude starts messing with me. So first red light I smack him down like a red-headed stepchild. 2nd light I toy with him and let him run next to me before I got WOT. Then I get the usual ricer boy fly-by, so I go to catch him to roll race him. The guy floors it when I'm about 6 car lengths behind him, so I catch up and walk him again. Finally I let him fly up the road on his own as I was getting very bored with him.