Wow, I am actually glad to get picked on. People in the weirdest of cars tried picking on me today, and last night I got to eat rice. MMMMMM... Well last night, coming home from work at 11:00 pm I ran across a little civic. Played cat and mouse for a few miles, at 65 (10 over the limit) then I would punch it to around 100. Then finally, I caught a red light. Well I thought for sure, the speeds and how long we played back and forth for that he was dying to catch a light. This car had full body kit, rims, fart can, decals, tint, and UNDERGLOW. Looked like a silver christmas tree going down the road. Anyways, i rev up a little, and i hear the fart can, thinking he's doing the same, and hoping he ain't turbo'd. I guess he saw enough playing cat and mouse that he couldn't hang, and he didn't even try. I took of hard anyways, got far enough down the road that i had time to do a u-turn (through a median) and go by in the other direction. Now today! On my way back from lunch going to work I ran into a little silverado. I was doing 10 over like always, and this old as* hillbilly looking dude flies by in his truck, had it been a hemi, it would be part acceptable. But a chevy? Needless to say he flew by and I decided this can't happen. So I punched it from about 40 all the way to around 75 to catch up to him. Then when i did, i stayed by his side, inched forward slowly, and when I hit the open stretch with no cops, it was bye bye chevy. And just now coming home from work I had an old chevy caprice and 01+ stratus rt playing around trying to challenge me on the same road as the truck and civic. Well after following them for like two miles at like 90 mph (limit 65) I decided enough of follow the leader and pulled along side. Before I knew it there I was at a red light lined up on the end with caprice next to me and the stratus on the far left. Wow, they either didn't try, saw they got killed off the line and gave up, or got their as*es handed to them hardcore.

Either way, all summer me an my buddy drove around and could never get anyone to run or mess around with us. Now in the middle of winter at below freezing temps, the kids want to play. Had there been any snow or ice left, i probably wouldn't of ran, or it would have been a little different, bad enough that the tires wouldn't hook up until i shifted to fourth at like 65-70 mph. But I'm happy. Nothing like eating chevy crap, or cold rice. And unfortunately, I had to pick on a little cousin (stratus). But it must of been confused, it had a fart can. Maybe his whooping he got will put him in place, and he'll loose the fart can.