| I'm sitting at a red light when this black old school firebird pulls up next to me. His white trash girlfriend was trying to yell something at me, but I couldn't hear her.
As soon as the light turned green, we were off. I took him off the line and backed off as I got about two car lengths ahead. He kept going, and I stomped on it again as he got near my rear bumper. Blew him away again.
It was too easy. Now I can say I raced a mullet wearing, firbird driving, trailer park living, redneck and won.
My mom would be so proud! | 
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