theres a guy with a silver VW gulf who works next door to me at a gas station. it your typical ricer with rims, fart can, rubber band tires, you get the idea. I drive a 98 dodge dakota 4x4 with a 5.2 magnum. i get out of work at 6;00 and as i pull out the front gate i come up to a red light. im just sitting there minding my own beeswax when he starts farting his "folgers cat back" in my general direction. i look over at him and and throw a few revs, he nods and points forward, i nodd back. i know for a fact that theres a cop sitting just past this little office building and i love pissing off rice. i act like we're gonna race by brake torquing it a little. the the light turns green and this guys takes off with his fart can singin and i just take off slow like usual. a couple seconds later there is a red and blue light show that would make santa claus proud and the rice is on the side of the road with his four ways on. he flips me off as i drive by. im just happy singing along to the gwar on my cd player and laughing at the poor rice boy who are you gonna brag to if you beat a 4x4 pickup truck, i mean come on