I was taking my BB 73 Vette for a final run before I put it away for the winter a ricer pulled up beside me at the lights and he kept on teasing me So I figure I would blow the doors of this silly little ricer with his fart pipe and all. The light changed green and I nailed the monster I did spin the wheels a bit But that ricer dug in and man did he run he basically left me in the dust. The horror I guess our old technology just can keep up. The horror the horror. Hats off to the young crowd I guess it's their turn now. Oh well I guess I will go home and get drunk. The Horror the horror