I'd go for the sleeper.
Sitting at the light in his green LS1, wishing there were more races
in this one-horse town, bob ponders the meaning of life. off in
the distance thunder cannot be heard.
all of the sudden an early-80's LX notch screeches to the line
next to him. the thing is shaking, and making a bunch of noise.
bob figures it has a bad idle and bad muffler, pays it no mind.
a single exhaust pipe pokes down from the driver's side of the
bumper, denoting this as a four cylinder mustang. the window
above the primered door rolls down. some dorky looking
teenager looks over, and with an idiotic grin asks:
"Hey. wanna race?"
Bob can hardly control his laughter at this absurd proposition. this
poor kids weak carbed four-cylinder is no match for the mighty fuel
injected 350. he obliges, figuring the kid could use a good
*** -whoopin'. he revs.
the opposite light changes to yellow. bob stages.
their lights go green, and bob nails it.
apparently the dork nailed it too, and blows by bob on two wheels.
suddenly made humble, bob takes the first left.
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If it ain't broke, make it go faster
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