A couple of young guys in a VL Commie lined me up at the lights this morning. I revved it a bit (good old intake sound) and it grabbed their attention. The drivers back goes rigid. The concentration on his face is immense as he waits for green. He starts creeping (lack of balls most likely). Lights go green. Off he goes. While this was happening I was still at the lights changing songs (I quite enjoy a bit of Voyager from Daft Punks 'Discovery' in the morning). I then slowly crept off, enjoying the tune, shifting gears in soft succession to the calming house beats and overtunes of synth keyboard. Later on down the road I was presented with a flurry of red and blue lights, dancing together in an omnius and mind glazing whirl of impending doom. The drivers back is now slumped, his face red. "What a noob." ...I said.