I actually did run in to a middle aged gentlemen once that had enough nuts to race. This guy snuck up on me in traffic actually looking for a race I think, my room-mate and I were just minding our own business and next thing ya know I look in my rear view mirror at the nose of a Vette sniffin my butt. This guy swerves into the right lane real hard and punches it and goes
flyin by me, so right away my roomie and I are thinking WTF, look at each other and swap an, "AH HELL NO!"
Dude catches up to the cars in front of him after he wastes his gas on me, and being the nice young lad that I am, I give him the thumbs up and patiently wait for another opening in traffic.
We got a brief break so we punched it and I put a quick hurtin on him. Once we got to a more open space the guy was signaling me to lower my window, so I did and he gave me this excuse shouting across the highway, "I DIDN'T GET INTO IT! LETS GO AGAIN!"
So needless to say, me being 22 years old and fearless I drop to 3rd and we go from about 65-70 and I put a good car and half/two cars on this guy by 140mph. We swapped thumbs up and went our seperate ways.
Next time I saw this guy in town I teased him a little bit and he gave me all this B/S about his ECU went bad when he put his exhaust on. I pretended like I cared and went about my day.
But that is my C5 racing story that I wanted to share, and sorry to offend those "anti-street racers" out there.