Drive By Burning (warning extreme rice)
So I am out getting dinner for the family last night. It was about 45 degrees and crystal clear out. I drive by a Chick Fillet restataunt(which are closed on Sundays) and there is about 20 super riced mustangs. They had the whole ground effects kit with the neons poking through and the neons under the hood. One of them had the lights that danced with the rattling trunk music. I simply could not resist to stop and see what in the hell this was all about. I pull the GTO right up in the front of them like I own the place. HAHAHA. I proceed to walk slowly through all of them. 80% of them were V6's and the others had SO much ****e in them(TV's, Stereos, Whale tails) that they had to weigh more than my car.
I start talking with the guys finding out who they were. They said they were a street club called Neon Pony (yes I am being serious). This was one of those moments when I am very glad I have a good poker face, because if I didn't I would have laughed in the guys face. After about 1/2 an hour of listening to these guys talk about cars(which by the way they did not even know what a cam or pushrod was.). I decide to see if any of them want to run. They said they don't, but Chris is coming in a couple of minutes and he(I assume) has the fastest car. So I wait around and they check out my car for a bit. They ask what the Monaro liscense plate means and I explain the lineage of the Goat. The chris pulls up. Chris(who by the way is a 60 year old woman) pulls up in a yellow 05 convertible GT with a Saleen roll bar, 18" spinners, dark green neons that even shine through the rims, and painted crooked black racing stripes.
She gets out of the car and looks offended to see a Pontiac there. She points at my car and says "what is that slow peice doing here?"
I shake the hands of the guys I was talking to with a laugh and head out. I pull onto the main road and sign my GTO's name on the concrete.
At this point I have had more rice than I could stand