This is how I want people to react to my next car.
Sitting at the light in his Green Z28, confident that his LS-1 can take on anything that pulls up next to him, Bob looks around for any competitors.
Nothing.
Off in the distance Thunder can be heard. Dissapointed by the lack of races, bob watches the light and waits for its change.
"Man theres gotta be some one out there."
He hears a rumble of the sky closer this time. Wait a minute, thats not thunder. His car begans to hum with reverbarance. Lookinng up in his rearview mirror, a set of round head lights approaches.
"What the He**, thats not thunder at all."
His heart rythm is thrown of beat as red early 60's Ford pulls along side him. The fumes of unburnt gas pouring out the side pipes begins to make him dizzy. With every unmuffled burn from a cylinder comes a window shaking boom out of the exhaust.
Mechanical lifters can be heard ticking as they work to open the valves.
Sweat begins to trickle from Bobs brow, he realizes hes staring at the beast and focus on the light. Heart stammering, he feels his arm go numb, he'd had such a death grip on the shifter knob.
Windows shake and teeth rattle as the guy (Damien, aka Mercury) revs the motor to keep it from loading up and stalling.
Man, why me, why couldnt it be a Mustang, or LS-1, or hell even a Intergra. Anthing Else but this monster thought Bob.
Now he looks around for a way out. With no cars behind him, he puts it into reverse and pulls into the left turning lane to escape.
Thats not my best writing, infact it rather sucks, but I'm in a hurry. Thats how I want someone to feel when I pull up next to them in my next rod. hehehehhehehehehehe