I grew up in the import days where every other car out there was a ricer and just like bettas fighting fish, they don't get along and so they must taunt one another for a race.
My first taunt was from some idiot driver who wants to race me but being in the residential highway, I declined and drove slow on the slow lane so he can pass. He then made a maneuver to go right, onto the slow lane in front of me and slowed way down with me having no choice but to change lane and pass him. Isn't that what he wanted? For some guy to pass him so the race is on. I still declined. HE did this for a few but the on ramp to the freeway was coming up so I took that and he also followed me. It was early in the morning around 2am so we were the only one on the freeway. He drove next to me for miles upon miles. Still, I declined. I sped up a little bit at a time and he was still right next to me. I was up to 95mph and he was still next to me. We did not floor at all because there was no race going. Then he got bored and the next thing I know, his car roared and off he went. He was in an older 5.0 mustang, the kind that them police of the 80's be driving. No race for me because it is dangerous plus my ricer can not beat your ricer.