Saturday evening a few friends and I deciced to go get some dinner. Nobody wanted to drive so I took the task. We piled in to my little hatchback. Me(190lbs) and three friends(300lbs, 210lbs and 190lbs). We are all 6ft+!! Now that there is 900lbs of sausage stuffed into my car. I have no tint so we look like 4 fags out for a saturday night. I'm cruising along to the restaurant and along comes this pizza delivery driver trying to race me in his nissan sentra. We pull up to a light and all my friends are now telling me you have to race him. Spray him!!!! they are yelling. So i figure what the hell. I know i cant win with out it. My 1.6 single cam wasnt designed to pull 900lbs of sausage around. The light turns green and i drop the hammer. I start spinning first real bad. Then i go to nail second. Next thing i know my clutch is saying fuck you and starts smoking. The tack is going up and we arent going anywhere. I let out for a second and hit it again. This time it catches and i finally pull a car on the pizza boy. I let out and next thing i know he does this ricer flyby on me.:o We were laughing so hard our stomachs hurt. Someone got there pizza in a hurry and pizza boy has a story of his own. He raced 900lbs of sausage in a little shitbox and lost. The good times never end.