I was bored one night with my friend, and we saw some kids who I swore were high, so I followed them around the only backroads in this area for like 20 miles... they tried to lose me but it just wasn't happening, then I got bored and left... no one tried to fight me... when I am in my car... I have this thing... called a gas pedal... yea, it works wonders (though I don't follow cars that I like around, I don't like to give other people the feeling that they drive a nice car, because I am jealous)