lyonsd
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There I was minding my own business when I approached a red light. There was a 3rd-gen Camaro RS in the left lane. I pull up to the stop line; he was a few feet back.
Normally, one wouldn't even consider racing a Camaro R(eally)S(low). I sure didn't.
So when the light turns green he jumps out of the hole and puts a car length on me
, then he shuts it down. Hmmm....I catch up and look over; that Camaro has aftermarket gauges in it!!
The guys in it were pretty scraggly looking characters - the passenger had his tongue pierced; they look like a cross between punk rockers and skinheads.
So I point my finger forward and give a "go" motion with it. The passenger waves "hi"
, but the driver wasn't looking. I paused, then punched it and walked away.
Too bad they weren't racing (at least I don't think they were racing). But up ahead I had to take the on-ramp to the freeway, so there was no opportunity to try again.
Normally, one wouldn't even consider racing a Camaro R(eally)S(low). I sure didn't.
So when the light turns green he jumps out of the hole and puts a car length on me


So I point my finger forward and give a "go" motion with it. The passenger waves "hi"

Too bad they weren't racing (at least I don't think they were racing). But up ahead I had to take the on-ramp to the freeway, so there was no opportunity to try again.
