I have a friend who is a BMW lover. He has a 1997 M3 with a supercharger and he thinks it is the fastest thing on the planet. Last Friday he picked me up for lunch and like a little child he went looking for a race just to show me how fast his car was. On our way to the restaurant he took out a 2005 Mustang 5.0. I didn't feel bad about that by no means because I am not a Ferd fan. On the way back from lunch we stopped at a light next to a little A body that sound real good but look like your grandmothers car. Knowing that I was a MOPAR fan he decided that he would show up the guy in the A body. He started reving his engine anticipating the green light. When the light finally turned green the only thing I recall seeing was the brake lights on that Cuda. I laughed so hard it angered him. Let there be a lesson: fast cars sometimes come in ugly packages. And also that beauty is in the eye of the beholder thing.
I failed to mention that at the light I basically egged him on to try and take out that car. The driver was a dorky looking guy like me but he could handle his own that's for sure. I had seen this car at several cruise ins and knew it was hot. Not only should you have seen his face but you should have heard him. He called this guy every name in the book. He even tried to say that the guy was a hustler because he made his car look wimpy and unassuming. His attempts to justify why he got his a** smoked brought me to tears with laughter. Lastly, usually when I read these post the race ends with the defeated racer giving the victor the perfunctory "nice car, what do you have under there?" When we finally caught up to the car, my friend purposefully slowed and allowed another car to pass him so he would not be head to head with that "A" body again. I could not stop laughing. Needless to say, I have not heard from him this week. I may never get another chance to ride in a Bimmer. But who cares when you have MOPARS who eat them for lunch.
