The race home. Options

[Bitter]

I first heard you about 6 miles back, the deep 'brrraappp' of the exhaust piqued my interest. I sped up slightly through traffic to see just what you were, a dark green Eagle Talon ES, the ES barely visible. The deep tone emanating from your poorly made axle back was a curiosity to me, but then you noticed my Celica and began to weave away from me through traffic. Try as you may though, I never lost sight of you, simply looking for other people slamming on their brakes as you cut them off in an effort to be first in line at that long red light. We keep up this cat and mouse game, I admire how you enjoy pushing your clutch in and revving your engine while driving or rolling back atleast one foot at every stop light. We finally meet matched up at a 4 way stop, you wait for me to pull to the line not seeing my left directional signal is engaged. I look over, you look over at me...I blush slightly as you rev the engine. You drop your right foot while lifting your left and proceed to hop and chirp atleast one of your front drive wheels while I casually turn left with a small smirk on my face. I hope we can do this again some other afternoon kid, it was fun.

[Bitter]

This one time back when I had my Geo driving I was lined up against a BEAST of a vehicle....

There we were at the red light, ahead the road narrows to one lane about 400 feet away, plenty of space for me to overtake. I scope out your massively wide tires, I see the extraordinarily large turbocharger peeking at me and I stare, I gawk slightly. The light turns green, the giant turbo screams as it spools, the massive tires begin to turn...all 10 of them. I spot an officer of the law sitting in a parking lot ahead and decide to let the other lane take this one which was a shame, there was some really ripe garbage in that truck.