This evening as I was heading home, at the stop light at the beginning of the road, a Rustang with a nice, big wing pulled up next to me (I didn't note any of the specifics, I was too exhausted to care), and the driver had his girlfriend yell over at me and ask to race. As I mentioned before I was exhausted, it was dark, it was Friday night, and since my car has been having problems lately, I didn't want to push it too hard, so I politely shook my head no. Then the chick called me a pu**y, invoking a friendly flip-of-the-bird from me.
Anyway, in an ill-fated attempt to show off, when the light turned green the Rustang driver did a burn out. I'm not sure exactly what went wrong, but the ensuing scene resembles the movie of an MR2 posted here awile back. He took off foreward, swerved to the left, and up onto the median.
As I drove off into the night, all I could hear was the sweet, sweet sound of a starter motor not starting anything.
EDIT: Thanks mods!
