Ok, I've just got to tell y'all this story. So My buddy and i were walking out of the local O'Reilly's last Friday night (because fuck autozone) to pick some new plugs for my Chevy, when a guy sitting on a riced-out Honda crx asks me how much horsepower I got. I just tell him "more than that shitbox." A few more things are said and he challenges me to a race. They wager their pocket money, somewhere around $90, so I offer the fucker $500 if he can beat me. So I follow him to an old isolated strip of highway, and this guy's buddy starts letting air out of the front tires and goes and gets a freaking helmet out of the trunk. The driver had a racin harness, so I thought I might have a challenge. Nope. The guy tried to do a burnout and just chirped the tires a couple times. I respond with a long burnout, supercharged 327 roaring. So his buddy stages us and starts us. I drop hard at like 4000 rpm and go like hell. I look in my rear view mirror, and the fucker turned around and drove away. He even left his buddy there. Long story short, my friend and I got free dinner and got to watch a guy in flip flops run after a crx, while trying to hold his pants up. Fucking ricers.