This punk with a probe all decked out with pipes that were as big as 55 gallon drums chrome plated tries me. I put cars on him instantly. Then he wants more. What was so bad I dont know if the 18 inch tach with the huge shift light blinded his judgement. I give him the hit & I could have baked a cake by the time he picked up speed. Then he tries to pass me in the middle turn lane. I had to let him look at the rear of a grandpa mobile. All thanks goes to High psi,Mr. Gillette,& Jd for helping me bring my T back from the dead.