I'm currently in Chestertown, Maryland working on my uncle's 249k mile Plymouth Neon. It's a freaking project. So after my cousin, Stacey, gets off work we go hang out. We are chillin and her b/f ask me to open the hood, so I do. Enter ignorant punk that exited white Dodge Ram (the rain is POORING DOWN, BTW.)
Punk: What's wrong with your car, do you need oil or something?
Me: No, it's fine.
Punk: Well then what's so special about it?
Me: Uh...I don't know...It's really freakin fast.
Punk: Can you tow a 1200lb. trailer? because I can!
Me: Can you trap at 103mph in the 1/4 mile? because I can.
Punk: No, but that Mustang over there can and it was only 1500 bucks.
Me: OK, let's go race right now. I'll give you two to one odds.
Exit (the now silenced) Punk
Stacey to her b/f: Jim would've kicked his ass.
B/F: No sh|t.
I like this town, my car may as well be a UFO its so freaking rare around here. Debadging RULES.