racing
Just saw an Audi (went by too fast, didn't catch the make, looked like an A4 variant) and a Porsche 911 racing as I was coming back from the theatre (by the way, avoid the new Wolverine film, it sucks).
An instinctive part of me always wants to bury the pedal into the carpet when that happens... but still. It's senseless. Drive 15 minutes out of the city core and you'll find plenty of abandoned, smooth tarmac roads to go bonkers on in this rainy wet wonderful weather. Or go find yourself a track. Don't do it where people fucking live and are still stumbling home from the pubs.