I try to get races in my fast car, the Camaro, *gasp* hey, I'm NT, gimme a break :wink: but I can't.... no one ever wants to race it. I think it's the bobbly head Mr. T in the back window with his dancing hulla girl g/f that scare the would-be challengers off. :twisted:
Like this one time I was cruising below the speed limit waiting for traffic to catch up and this civic with two punks comes up beside me and sits there. My buddy and I are looking over trying to get them to try something but alas, they wouldn't...
It's that damn Mr.T, I swear... although the street lights glinting off the roll bar and the 6" fender flares with foot wide tires might have something to do with it... :roll:
There's always next summer.... :pimp: