Well, yesterday we had the shark out for a nice cruise. Stopped for gas and was quite annoyed to have a young guy hog up too much space at the pumps with his crappy music blaring loudly, taking his sweet time oblivious to the world around him. Normally I'm pretty sedate; you beat on these old cars and they break. Also I had a big block Chevelle years ago and have had all the heart stopping experiences I really need.
But this young guy really frosted my doughnut.
So I gave him a treat in my UHEV (ulra
high emission vehicle). Fired that loud bastard up with some disco blaring, got out on the highway with nobody around and lit those rear tires right up. Nice black positraction candycanes. T.A.C.O - typical ass**** corvette owner. The wife loved it, the little kids down the road at the ice cream stand were cheering .... but little cute birds dropped from the trees stone dead from the fumes