I recently had a Mk1 corsa 'beat me' on the ring road. He clearly wanted a race, it was lowered and, although I couldn't see, it more than likely had a pair of 6x9's screwed to the parcel shelf.
I didn't bite and let him have his moment of glory.
I got home, got out the car and turned towards it to lock it. I looked at my Zed, that's MY car that is. And had the happy, warm, smug feeling everytime you go to your car.
I'm sure she said, "I coulld of had him, easy". But I may of imagined that bit.
Boy racer probably got home, happy feeling he'd just beaten a nice car on the ring road, put the face off his 'face off' stereo in the glove box, took the McDonalds he'd just picked up from the drive thru off the passenger seat, put the key in the door to lock it and thought "One day, I'll have a car like that. One day.....".