Actually, I faired well against a VTEC Integra two days ago. Well, I thought it was an Integra, but I could be wrong. The VTEC tack-on was very obvious though.
I've got a sh!tty 1974 F100 custom 360 V8. It gets a whopping 5~7 mpg currently. I've got to rebuild the carburetor and give it a tuneup. Then it should get between 12 and 14.
Anyway, some stupid riceboy felt a little agressive. He was at a stop sign with me right behind him. He didn't even stop, but just zoomed off. I had to wait for two cars to go before I could, so I got a bit behind. When I caught up with him shortly after, he couldn't shake me.

My truck starts to respond quickly when you get the RPM's and MPH up over 35 or 40, so I punched it when I got there. There was nobody in front of him, so he took that advantage. He floored it.
(It's funny to see a small car jerking back and forth from shifting at such high RPM's.) But what next? wrotten luck! I went to pass him and toast his ass when a car turned the ever-nearing corner up ahead and made passing him on this one-lane-each-way road extremely unsafe (as in death and stuff at that speed and proximity to the oncoming car). I didn't want to scratch my truck either.
When you get around this first 90degree corner, there's another one turning the other direction 100 feet away. We both sailed around the first one, me leaving black marks through my lane, bleeding into the other. When he slowed to take the next corner, I saw that no one was coming and zoomed by him taking the inside lane
(yes, the one designated for oncoming traffic). It was great. He never caught up. He left some impressive black marks all over his lane trying to, but never did.
Now, he probably didn't know how to work the car to get it's best performance
(cuz he was a wussy, girley rice boy) and I might be working myself into a false sense of security --but I don't care. I toasted a rice freak
in my old POS, and I'm happy.
Nik