Yes! We got a perfect chance for making our Corvette race a bunch of street cars on a road in one of the Detroit suburbs. The time was perfect, 11 in the night. The racers were all there, a Black Dodge Charger to my left, a large white Escalade behind me, a silver Ford Mustang to my right and there we were in our red corvette in the middle lane. I think it was the Charger that spotted us first and taunted us by racing ahead and slowing as if to goad us into a quarter mile dash. I was at the wheel and resisted the temptation. I bet they all knew that none of their cars could have beaten our corvette in the race, or maybe they did. The Corvette can easily pull off 0-60 mph in just over 4 seconds.
Then, the four cars surrounded me as we approached a red light. I then realized that I was in the perfect setting for a quarter mile dash to the next light. The others cars burnt rubber, and I waited, my heart was racing. I looked to the right and behind me and realized that they were all teenagers giggling and smiling earnestly waiting to see if they could beat me to the next light.
They all sped past me, and I barely managed to get to 45: the legal speed limit, in about 5 seconds. I chose not to race them. I knew better. They were all kids probably in their early driving years and I didn't want to get into a street race with them - a possible recipe for disaster. I did not want to end up as a bad future clip on World's wildest police videos. I felt I did the right thing.
I was not sure if I had chickened out. However, I sure knew that even I did I was a chicken in a corvette.