Oddly enough, this happened on my way to Summit in McD. I have a project car I am working on, so I am always going to and fro to get parts.
On my way there, some punk in a black Evo rolls next to me. I look over and see it's an Evo IX. He has the usual ricer douche-canoe look going. Baseball cap tilted, big chain hanging out of his shirt which looked to be 2 sizes too large, and the mandatory pimples. He does his "I wish I was black" head nod move at me. I look at him and make a "let's go" gesture. He drops down a gear or 2 and we slow to 55. I let him take the jump, fuck honking 3 times, and he was off. That jump helped him about as much as dumping gasoline on a greasefire helps. Once I hammered it, the Fit got fit and layed the slaparoo smackdown on his kangaroo ass. I stopped at my usual 3 buslengths, and sure enough here come little ricky rudd. He was still in it and flew by me at quite some speed. He finally slowed down and I caught him. I had passed my exit to Summit by now, so I figured I'd give him a total 'don imus rutgers nappy headed hoes' smackdown. He rolled back up to be and this time I took the jump. Decimation on scale with Nagasaki ensued, and he got another taste of pure undiluted shame.
I go to grab an exit and see he has slowed down and didn't want to get near me anymore.
I bought myself an few extra items to celebrate my victory. So far the Fit is 2-0 on Summit trips. Stupid ass ricers just proving that they are all

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