Lasts weekend at work a coworker was talking about how fast his new ’96 Eclipse RS is and how its way faster than my car. So I tell him we should race and find out for sure. He agrees so I tell him we should make it interesting and place a $500 wager on it. His eyes get really big and says he doesn’t have $500 but can put $250 on it. We made arrangements to meet up after work, we are both delivery drivers and drive beaters to work. So on my way to meet up with him and he calls me saying his car broke down and he can’t race it but he has his brothers ’02 vette. This was one hell of a jump but I figured I am young and have time to make the money back if I lose. We meet on a back road in the middle of nowhere line up at a stop sign and we were to race to the tractor crossing sign down the road. His girl friend gets out of the car and stands between the two cars. She raises her arms and throws them down to start the race. I got a jump on him while he was sitting there spinning his tires with every shift I could see him creeping up on me but as we passed the tractor crossing sign I was about a fender length in front of him. Taking my $250 and sending him home with his tail between his legs.