Okay, this could be fun.
My GTO is soooo fast that the last time I took off from a light, I left all my little "GTO" and "Pontiac" badges in a little pile in the crosswalk (the 6.0 badge stayed put).
My GTO is soooo fast that when I launch, Trekkies think they're seeing the Enterprise make the jump to warp speed.
My GTO is soooo fast that older ladies in the office are foresaking their botox appointments and instead are going for drives with me for that quickie facelift.
My GTO is soooo fast that my morning commute has been reduced to 3.54 seconds, and I have to take Bonine for motion sickness.
My GTP is soooo fast that when I park next to that Dodge Charger that makes the parking structure sprinklers go off, the Charger melts into the floor crying, "My world, my world."
Okay, I've wasted enough of my company's time. I'm passing the torch.