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The boy racers in their ricers and mother's cars are the biggest pain to me when I'm out in my Shelby GT350. Seems like every other stop light a car full of them pulls up, rolling down the windows, arms motioning, yelling at me to rev it up or do a burn out. Once I had a Subaru WRX or whatever pull up behind my shoulder just out side my peripheral vision at a light and just before it turned green I heard this screeching wail over my shoulder like a 1000 cats in a back alley fight. I glanced in my rear view mirror to see what was the source of this noise pollution but saw nothing and about then the light turned and he came screeching past my left side at what must have been a 7000 rpm clutch drop and tearing off. There's never a traffic cop around when you could use one.
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