I hate cars that think they can race me. I always drop back about 10 yards, make sure they can see me in their rear view, maintain my acceleration to match theirs ... and wait for the traffic. There's no doubt that certain cars can beat my bike in certain circumstances ... it's in traffic they're stuffed.
... and when we hit traffic, I just pull up alongside, give 'em a little wave, and zoom ahead.
Childish but satisfying nonetheless.
Competitive, moi
[Edited on 8-6-2005 by Redruth]