Ahaha, I remember the ricer story about your dad, Evan. My parents about died laughing when I passed it on. I'm just happy they know what a ricer is...
Ehh, just here to vent...
General ignorance pisses me off. I just got home, and I saw my friend in his bright arrest-me red Mustang, v6 no less... so I followed him. It's got a CAI and big exhaust that's just loud... But anyway, my Miata kept up with him no problem (I think his stang is sick, it can't even chirp 2nd...). We meet up down the road and he's like
"Does this gay thing have a v6?"
'Umm, no.'
"I bet none of them even came with a v6" (is that supposed to be an insult?)
'Nope, they didn't.' (and they don't need one for this 20 year old rust bucket to keep up with your 11 year newer "sports car," and we didn't even hit the twisties, where his pos will really get left behind..)
"What happened to the inside of your car, did it come like that?"
'No, I stripped the radio.'
"Why would you do that?"
'Cus it's lighter.' (And driving >>>>>> music, period.)