Well with work and the commute and all I've had little chance to really tangle with somebody in quite a while. Sure, there are the occasional run-ins with rice rockets and the like, but for the most part it's been pretty tame since graduating. Last week, however, I was heading down 280S, coming out of San Francisco and heading towards Stanford to meet the GF, around 9:15pm or so, when a riced-out Integra Type-R rolls up alongside, about 70mph. If you're wondering how I figured it was a real Type-R, it was the correct shade of yellow, had the proper spoiler, and the kicker was that it had the Type-R rims, which are not easy for the average ricer to slap on his Integra LS since the Type-R rims are 5-bolts and the rest of the integs run 4-bolt wheels. Anyhow, he starts running circles around me for a while, trying to goad me into a race. So finally, when he falls back a bit, I take off, from 70 up to about 110, and he just gets smaller and smaller in my rear-view. I slow down to about 70 again, and he comes up, evidently having not learned his lesson, and proceeds to take off. I let him get a carlength or two and take off myself, and at around 85mph I sail by; ran 850RACR up to about 120, could barely make out his lights in my mirrors, and shut down. He then refused to pass me again as I cruised at 65mph in the right lane, and he took the next available exit. The education continues...