So it's a dark cold night, the motor is idling it's lumpy idle as I whistle a little tune. I slowly stop at a red light as a pizza boy driving a 95 or so geo metro. He revs, I rev back to 5000rpms. It's on. The light turns green, I sluip the clitch in 4th gear already gaining ground as the geo's 3cyl bogged off the line. He gets up beside me as I short shift into 6th and yell "NAWWZ, Bitch!" He looks over at me as he hits 3rd and I press the button. My 50 shot instantly propells me forward and the geo dissapears behind me. At the next light he asks "what the hell you got in that thing? V-tak??" I smile and just say "Bottles arn't just for babies", and turn up my driveway.
[size=7px]this story is falso in it's entirity, but I'll let you decide about the nos, you know I'm crazy....[/size]