I remained aloof. The lights go green and to the sound of much revving, the Hyundai begins to move but at a significantly slower rate than both the Jag and the noise coming from his car would indicate. He was sat there spinning his front wheel as I moved smoothly off before he finally hooked it up and farted past.
Age, wisdom, and throttle control are clearly still a match for power and youthful exuberance.
