A little further toward work, I run across an '89 or so Civic 4 door with fart can, tinted windows and newer model Civic hubcaps. I think he tried to rev on me, but I'm not entirely sure.
Almost to work, this clown in a shi.tbox thinks he's hard, so I pass him and go through a hard right turn exit ramp to the street where I work and get mad oversteer. This is weird because I drove my Grand Prix GT to work today. I've never really had it oversteer, always understeer, so you can imagine my surprise when the rearend started coming around. Fun trip today!
