"Last year we had the Crossfires. A bunch of old guys in slow cars."


OK, that's it. I wasn't goin' but them's fightin' words.

Say what you want about my feeble old @ss but nobody insults my Crossfire. I'll kick their butts. I'll run em into the mountain. I'll insult their little rice burnin' fart cans till they consider HariKari.

This mean old man is ready for blood
aaaaaurrrghhhh!



I'm getting packed. But first I have to ask Crumpy if I can go.


roadster with a stick

BTW, As always there is a lot of false bravado on the internet. As I recall last spring, none of them wanted to test their little ricers when challenged. All I got was eyes to the ground and a little toe pokin' the dirt.