So I'm driving home from Nashville today on the interstate when I pass a late 80's toyota mr2. This thing is so loud it sounds like an airplane.
I'm driving like 78 and he gets mad when I pass him and pulls up beside me and starts jumping forward and falling back. I hear the bov chirping so I knew
it was a turbo car. So, not being one to back down to an import, I gun it from 80 and take off. He stayed on my bumper for a while, then started falling
back. When I hit 125( which I guess is what my car is governed at) I let off and slowed down. By this time I was like 4 cars ahead of the toyota. He came
flying by once I slowed down and didn't let up. I went back to cruising speed and just laughed. Not more than a mile down the interstate was mr. hot rod
sitting on the side of the road with a ton of smoke rolling out of the back of his car. I guess he blew his engine. He was on his cell phone when I drove by
so I honked and waved and he flipped me off. lol.
one less ricer to beat.
one less ricer to beat.
