...'cause there's
no action around here. Not even F-bodies to pick on. Just slow-*** imports. Not even real ricers, just stupid kids in economy cars that think they're fast.
Case in point: I was cruising around tonight, killing time. At a light, an older Maxima pulls up half a car length behind me. I didn't think too much of it, but the kid has one of those stainless steel spoilers, and neon
everywhere. I mean, all over the interior, on the license plate frames, under the car, in the back window...everywhere. I wasn't even thinking he was going to run, but the light changed and he stood on it. I pulled away like a mature adult (
) and followed him onto the highway. He merged and headed for the center lane. I stayed to the right and lined up with him...he got into it and literally pulled about a foot before I reeled him back in. I hit 5th at 80-something and backed off. I couldn't tell which car was his in my mirror. I wish I could say it was funny, but it was just sad. That neon stuff is expensive, too. Imagine how badly I could have killed him if I put that $500 into my engine.
