Back in December my wife and I were going to the mall on a Saturday Night (What were we thinking) to do some Christmas shopping.
We were driving along when this little ole ratty Dodge Dakota came screaming by with his loud 55 gal drum ricer exhaust. The light in front of us turns red so he stops and I pull up next to him. As we're sitting there we can here him revving his tired old engine and my wife looks over at me and says "I think he wants to race."
The light turns green and off he goes and I just slowly get up to speed and he's leaping forward, and falling back, and leaping forward, and falling back, until the next light turns red.
By this time I'm really annoyed so I lean forward look around my wife, point my finger at this kid and start laughing like a maniac.
OOOOOH does this hack him off. He nails it, squealing his tires and sliding side ways as he turns right.
Unfortunately for him he didn't see the police car sitting across the street who just so happen did see this asinine move and proceeded to take off in pursuit.
My wife turns to me puts her hand up in the air and with a huge sh!t eating grin and a maniacal giggle, says "Nice Kill, Tiger!"
