Skinny son and I went to Mickey D's tonight for burgers when a riced up Sentra with a wing, decals, and a grapefruit shooter muffler drove by us at a cross road stop sign. "Go gett'im Dad!" says skinny son. Having little self control when it comes to these matters, of course, I do it.
I tailed the Sentra a bit (I know this isn't fair, but it's funny) and when he realized I was runnig up on him, he hit it on some curvy road. My exhaust sounds like the hammers of hell and he must have noticed me just from the sound even though I was behind him. I could have crawled up his butt though I chose to just push him a little.
So he turned on his purple neons (under the car!) and tried to pull on me. They make you go so much faster, you know. And when it did not work....... he turned them off.
Skinny son and I are still laughing.