So, I'm cruising along with a friend of mine last night when all of a sudden she's like "ooooooh, wassup now". This calls my attention to a car I just passed, a Maserati. At the next stoplight, the dude (some little rich punkass) pulls up and starts talking shit (apparently he didn't like the fact that I passed him :P). In typical fashion (for me anyways) I told him to stfu and told him to get his ass in line (closest translation I could think of for our word for a race: "alineate").
At this point I'm thinking, "oh shit, wtf did I do that for". But the dude took it seriously and asked me where we were going to do this. So, in my moment of brilliance, I suggested a nice road out in the boonies. Little did the poor bastard know, the road selected was the bumpiest, most pothole infested, off camber twisty bitch I could think of. Needless to say, my cabrio's less-than-stock suspension was far more compliant than the Maserati's and I got back to our meeting point first. When the kid finally made it back, his rims looked horrible and he had messed up a nice portion of his front valence.
Who says 80's BMW power can't keep up with that new italian "engineering" crap :D
At this point I'm thinking, "oh shit, wtf did I do that for". But the dude took it seriously and asked me where we were going to do this. So, in my moment of brilliance, I suggested a nice road out in the boonies. Little did the poor bastard know, the road selected was the bumpiest, most pothole infested, off camber twisty bitch I could think of. Needless to say, my cabrio's less-than-stock suspension was far more compliant than the Maserati's and I got back to our meeting point first. When the kid finally made it back, his rims looked horrible and he had messed up a nice portion of his front valence.
Who says 80's BMW power can't keep up with that new italian "engineering" crap :D
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