This story happens in ******. I have an old Dodge with a 318 that can power brake really good, but is a dog off the line. I bought and paid for it myself too. This little rich guy at school had his dad buy him a cherried out red 1957 truck. Lowered, big tires, 327, 4 speed, the works. Well, leaving the parking lot everyday, the drain ditches flooded and he spins the hell out of his tires, showing off.
One day, leaving, he is right behind me and shouting something about a POS Dodge. I cup my hand to my ear, and slowly apply pressure to the gas. He rolls down the window and leans out just in time to catch a mouthful of molten rubber and oil. I lay into the pedal harder and now I can't even see his truck. I play with the power, revving it and keeping them spinning and I can barely see in front or behind me. I slowly let off and roll out of my smoke screen onto the main street to see our local law. He never did buy the "Just drying out the brakes, officer!!" line.