Today I was crusin' down the freeway in my Chevelle minding my own business when this ricer punk with a hood scoop & big tail out back started tryin' to get me to race him. He was purging his NOS to "scare" me... after way too much of this I was forced to teach him a lesson about American muscle... a little blue bottle in the trunk of a Dodge Neon is not gonna cut it. A little later a high-end "Hot Rod" Mercedes tried the same thing... bad call!
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