I was out in my 2 litre Pinto powered 1955 Ford Anglia - it's stock looking, original paint, steel wheels and it's not lowered. A bit of a sleeper really.
Driving back along the A51 after taking my baby daughter to swimming lessons I was sat at the Stamford Bridge lights next to two young women in a Volvo C30. They looked over and one pointed and they started laughing. As the lights changed I put my foot down and left them behind. I slowed down and they caught up after about half a mile and tried to pass me. I just leaned on the gas and kept half a car length in front as the driver gave it her all.
At the Hoole roundabout I gave them a little wave and drove into Chester - they weren't laughing anymore and perhaps had started to suspect that the Volvo C30 is not quite as far up the automotive pecking order as they had thought.
Also fun to do this with lads in Corsas and Saxos. Childish but fun.