If you ain't got the engine to back up your paintwork, don't pick a fight at the lights.
Talkin of which. My mate is well into his modding (of cars, not games) He's spent over 60 grand getting his own car up to concourse condition but he has another car he drives from day to day. Nothing special to look at, slightly wider tyres maybe, a bigger exhaust, low profiles. But the paintwork sucks along with the interior. But you open up teh bonnet and OH MY ****ING GOD!! he has the Dogs in there. Bored, turboed, stroked, managed, Noxed, fettled, fiddled and any number of other sexual terms.
Pulled up beside this chavved up Astra that was two up and the stereo pumping wide. Dudes saw us and blipped his throttle. My mate just smiled. Dude revved some more, blue smoke piling out his exhaust. My mate just smiled some more. Dude adjust his baseball cap and chews his gum with more vehmenence. My mate is still smiling. Dude rocked his car on the handbrake, sending his lame arse gay looking spinners spinning. My mate watched the lights.
And they turned. And the Astra was OFF!!! He ****ing hammered it, wheels spinning, smoke pouring heads bobbing.
My mate gently put it into forst, rolled of the lights and gently pressed the accelerator. When he got a bit of speed up and the Atra boys where thinking job done, my mate pressed his Nox button and opened up the throttle. Man that thing spun in third!! We passed the Astra boys a bout a second later and left them in a cloud of laughing gas . . . . I never laughed so much in my life. You can have your paintwork, your stereo and your spinners. But if you ain't got the lump don't go picking a fight at the lights . . .
