Short and Sweet:
Last night I went to get something to eat at Ruby Tuesday's not too far from my home. While I was pulling in a mustang came around the corner and toward me; leaving as I was entering. His buddy(passenger) yells, "Thats a real hotrod!" or something stupid. I ask if he'd like to run someplace right up the road thats perfect, and then I turn around and pull next to him.
Driver and passenger laugh at me again, passenger tells me I have nothing and that they'll only race for pinkslips. I agree and the driver still wont go, and retorts with asking me what I've got. "Nothing, lets just go race hotrod" I reply. Keep in mind that when I really gave a good look at what this guy was driving, it was obvious it was stock.
He leaves, as his friend tells him to spin his tires, which he can't. I follow him up the road, get a light with him and I ask him again if he'll go. He replies with on the highway, needless to say we get on the highway, him in front of me, he punches it, so do I. I reel him in and pass him, a lot.
When we get off the highway, I talk to him again in a parking lot. These guys are no longer laughing and his friend(passenger) says verbatim , "Its easy when you got twin turbo!" The driver says I "lied" and told him I had nothing when I did. He also asked whether it was a 4 or 6. I explain that its good he didn't race for pinkslips. The end.
Moral of this story: Make sure you can back up your friends big mouth.