I desided that the wife and I would go out to red lobster with "scnat". So we go eat and can't deside what to do after that... We ride up the road a few blocks ( him in his wife's TT supra and me in my wifes sourskittle ) and we pull over into a publix in winter-haven.

About 5 minutes later about 40 other cars a parked and talked to us/ each other and the stock-ness monster sourskittle gets called out by a turbo II Rx-7 that destoried a SRT4 on the way back from S. Carilina (sp?, don't care ), so despite my ill state of tune, JUNK ASS falken azenas I desided to play bad guy and club a seal to make myself feel better about me.

Get out to the spot and 1-2-3, go... I get out on him destroying the falkens, hit 2nd gear, pat the gas ( big no no in my car, it hates it ), and finally I get traction in 3rd with about 2.5 cars on him. Then, after 3rd, he kind of failed to register in any of my mirrors... I put about 4 John Madden bus's on him...

I left the hood up after the race so he could he my stock motor =0

Bunch of stangs show'd up, but.... "no body wants to play wid me..."

DR's = Thursday.