On saturday morning I was in Julian, a former gold rush town in the mountains outside of San Diego. There is a great mountian road to Highway 8 I love to drive, two lanes of very well maintained mountain road without a stop sign for 25 miles and virtually no other cars if you get there early. As I approached the last stop sign in Julian before starting my scamper down the mountain, a red S2000 pulled in front of me at the stop sign. I first pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming (what are the chances?) and then commented to myself "praise the Lord and pass the ammunition" as I turned off the traction control and the radio. Blew past him at the stop sign as expected, but was disappointed in the competition. A third of the way through the run, I could only see him occassionally in my rear view mirror trying to catch up. Too bad, I had hoped for more competition.