Back when I first got my car, it was only the second time I had it out, late Oct. Going home, 55 limit, I was going exactly 55 coming home from church, dad in shotgun. This dude did not like going this slow. For 2 miles he was about a half a car-length back. As soon as I saw him pull out to pass, I floored it. Him and his slow-rus could not pass, till I had to pull in the driveway. He gave me a wave on the way by, some kid in his mid 20's with his hat sideways and an earring. You got to be kidding me
It was funny, and cleaned out the carbon!
Just thought I'd share my one kill story, with many to come (I hope)
