If you've seen my photo, you know that my boy racer days are (or should be, anyway) long over.So imagine my surprise when, on my way to pick up my daughter from ballet, a car pulls up next to me at a stoplight and starts revving like crazy. I glance over and there are two teenage boys...in an older Mitsubishi Evolution...drooling over the new one I'm driving.I roll down the window."Hey, dude! Nice car!"(I'm still trying to figure out which would have been worse..."dude" or "sir".)I say "Thanks, yours too.", roll up the window and accelerate normally when the light turns green. This mystifies the boys who roar ahead and fall back, finally timing...