Last night, Rich decided to race me home. Now, a stock 530iA is not exactly "beefy". It's respectable, but by no means Tuff(tm). However, this is a stock Honda Civic I'm up against. As we pull away from the line onto Jamboree, I wince at the relatively low torque of my machine. However, after a few seconds, I'm flying far ahead of him, hovering at a reasonably safe 80 mph. For some insane reason, Rich decides that he's going to continue racing me all down Jamboree at 2 AM. So, I let him catch up... then I bust up to 100... then I let him catch up... then I bust up to 100. Needless to say, this continued for quite a while. When we actually came to a light, I had to slow down. Of course, when the light changed, Rich was just getting to the light at a much greater speed. He was attempting to race me again. So, of course, I pulled up next to him, looked over, and just shook my head. When we got home, we had a good laugh about it and Rich told me that he had been flooring it the whole way, but that around 90 mph, his car started to feel like it was a little plane shaking apart. Muhahaha! I'll take my three-thousand-and-change pound highway machine any day.