*******s always seem to come out from caves when I am driving my 240D. Some 35 year old guy passes me on a two lane country road (I am doing 60) and think's he's the **** with his 1986 Prelude. See me in 330,000 miles pal...then we can race.

Or the guys who rev their engine at you, and then I rev my engine back. They take off like a jackrabbit, and I just slowly paddle through the gears like I am not even racing.

We have an area in the city next to mine called "The Ave"

Basically, all the ricers hang out at the Ave, and drive up and down, and park in Wendy's, and blast rap music from their ****ty stock stereos the entire time.

My friends and I intentionally go there on Saturday, load up the Daler Mehndi Indian Hip Hop/Pop CD, along with Happatei (a Japanese Boy Band) and other funny music (Right Said Fred, Men at Work, Men Without Hats, French Rappers) and drive down the Ave with all the windows down, blasting this stuff as loud as possible. We always look menacing too, heh. My new style has been wearing a suit jacket over a t shirt with sunglasses, and people get freaked out :p

Anyhow, a little off topic. It's amusing to "fight the power" at least in my area by making a total mockery of their Saturday ritual of driving up and down a 4 lane Avenue....

-Kyle