So I was driving today to go eat with a buddy of mine and I stopped at a stoplight next to a cobalt.The guy just looked like a tool and he kept creeping up at the light so I figure he wanted to run.
The light turns green and I SLOWLY roll into it... I go through the intersection at half throttle and he lays into it... (I guess, he didnt really go anywhere.) I go about 3/4 throttle and had him by about 2-3 lengths @ 60 when I let off. Then wait for it... wait for it... wait for it... THE RICER FLYBY!!!!!! Then he proceeds to go down one of the busiest streets in baytown @ about 90. hahaha Even chevy drivers can be ricers... sad but true I guess.
