I was out Friday night in the GN with a friend of mine looking for some rice to pick on. I ended up in the Cape Cod Mall parking lot and spotted the only other daily-driven TR on the Cape that I know of beside mine. He has an '87 base Regal coupe with light mods. I flashed my lights as I pulled up behind him. He took off and I went after him. He eventually pulled into a parking spot after and I pulled in next to him. He said "I thought I heard a turbo!" I started updating him on the progress of things with my car and he updated me on his. As we were shooting the s****, two ricers screamed by us revving 5-6000 a piece and I said "Dammit I'm missing a good opportunity!" I bid him good night and took off looking for the two ricers, but couldn't find them. My theory: when you're looking for rice to eat, there will be none. But when you are miding your own damn beeswax, some punk will start to f*** with you and you won't be in the mood to race. I do it anyway, though! Most of the time, I don't need to try hard. 
