I was driving downtown a couple of weeks ago and witnessed a spectacle both hilarious and unsettling...A Civic drag racing a large, shiny black Ford diesel from a light.
The guy in the Ford had his seat leaned back, and I think it was broken because he was really leaning toward the middle, too, and looked like he had to hang on to the steering wheel with his wrist (not his hand) to keep from laying down over the middle console. Of course he was wearing a skullcap down almost over his eyes and his stereo was making my windshield vibrate (I think it was J. Lo).
The Civic was purple, but its hood was black. Neither color reflected any light. His hubcaps were missing, so his wheels were simple black disks with holes in a circle equidistant from hub and rim. I think they were all spares, come to think of it. His muffler seemed to me to be a large coffee can painted chrome.
The girl in the passenger side of the Civic was checking out the guy in the diesel, so the the next thing you know the driver of the Honda is gesturing at the Ford driver and pointing toward the light. He power brakes and sqeaks forward...and I swear his car farted somehow through that coffee can.
The light turns green and they take off...sorta...The diesel belches black smoke and the Civic launches with the ferocity of a flooded boat motor.
My sister and I were following directly behind the Diesel laughing our asses off. I believe there was a 1989 Ford Aerostar behind the Civic. The overweight, embittered housewife within was laughing into her cell-phone.
I knew in that moment that I had witnessed perfection.
EDIT: PS> The diesel won.