Messing around with honda boys - long

[jwboner]

I know many of you may not care about chevys, but I think this too funny not to tell. Last night my brother and me were driving over to some friend's house and I had my mother's car because I'm working on my car right now, plus our mustangs are too loud and would wake up the neighbors at 1am. My mother's car is a 91 Caprice with a 305, hasn't ever seen a tune up, and a well stocked toolbox in the trunk. Well, we're just driving along not paying any attention to the other cars and pull up to a red light next to this yoshied out civic with all the pep-boys speed parts topped off with the vacuum cleaner sound exhaust tip. He takes off hard making all kinds of $hit noises. I didn't think much of it until he kinds swerves in front of me to piss me off. We stop at the next light and my brother says just race this ***** . He jumps the light slightly and I floor it and jump even with him instantly and stay even into 2nd but started to lag and was hoping for a little boost when it shifted again (that car goes faster after it winds up and shifts into the next gear) but I only pull back up to his door before he starts pulling again and then I start slowing for the next light coming up quick and there goes his blue rear flashers. At the light I roll the window and say "congratulations, you just picked a race with my momma's 4500lb stock car and beat it with your 'no price too high for these stickers honda'. He throws some kind of gang sign or something and runs the light. The light turns a few seconds later and I go not to pick a fight, I knew I lost and didn't really expect to win. I am beside him and behind him and he keeps hitting the flashers and swerving, and that pissed me off so I manipulate the traffic and get in front and beside him and speed up luring him behind me and do a few brake punt fakes to scare his a$$ and start hitting my flashers since I was in front of him while he was trying to shine me with his xenon but weren't adjusted to shine the trees like most. At the light where I was to turn right I poke my head out the window to tell him to turn and follow me if he has the time to spare to get his a$$ kicked and car stolen and run into the river, and he just sits there without even moving, stops shining me and goes straight slowly after I turn. My brother had already started taking his shirt off and getting The Club ready for battle. Now I have a new sob to look out for when I'm out in my mustang.

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