I was heading out just about 2 hours ago to get some beer and pizza (which I am enjoying now) and as I left my house and head past the car wash a good looking M3 pulls out with aftermarket exhaust and a ricey sort of wing (I guess sauerkruat would be more suitable, it looked good though). He got beside me and we both had open road ahead so I rev match it in 3rd at about 55 mph and blew off a loud "ricer salute" his way. As soon as I did it I heard him down shift and we both gun it. I ran away from him to say the least. At the next light he wouldn't even look over. I was going to compliment him on a good lucking car but whatever.
Then up the road I was cruising around an area with tons of corporate buildings with parking lots full of a nicer aggregate of cars. I look over and a smoking hot brunette in an RX-8 pulls up next to me and points at my car and says "I like that" and gave a big smile. I boosted it hard in 2nd and took off a little bit then idled until she pulled back up. She smiled and waved and I slowed down for the beer and pizza. That was by far more rewarding then smashing some frat kids BMW. The only way this pizza could be better is if that girl was here. Damn she was fine.
Then up the road I was cruising around an area with tons of corporate buildings with parking lots full of a nicer aggregate of cars. I look over and a smoking hot brunette in an RX-8 pulls up next to me and points at my car and says "I like that" and gave a big smile. I boosted it hard in 2nd and took off a little bit then idled until she pulled back up. She smiled and waved and I slowed down for the beer and pizza. That was by far more rewarding then smashing some frat kids BMW. The only way this pizza could be better is if that girl was here. Damn she was fine.
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