Alright so am at the bowling alley monday night with a few of my friends, and one of them starts talkin about this kid that thinks his car will beat anything on the road...well come to find out i went to school with this guy and if i had to pick one person i hated the most in life, it'd be him. So anyways i tell him to call this kid up (he's got a bone-stock 96 Z-28 runnin 14.40's with a tailwind) and tell him that i wanna race, maybe for some cash. Well this kid gets on the phone and starts talkin a buncha sh*t about how he'd kill me in a race and blah blah blah...well he's supposed to meet us and no shows like 3 different times. Turns out he had been hiding out in a city about 30 min away and had called the police by his house to tell them to watch for any "ricers or musclecars around his house because they wanna race him." And then he calls the cops around where we were waiting for him to have them come up and harass us and basically makes up go home! I was like WTF, you don't talk a lot of sh*t then back down and puss out from a race! :cuss: