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Originally Posted by Peer
I, however, do not apologize -- I'm always in a pissy mood.
(by the way, smilies are for pussies)
-- peer
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Yeah, I used to get that way too when my diaper was wet. You might grow out of it.
Let's take a look at the vehicular profiling thing:
I have a Porsche Boxster. It is silver. It has a custom exhaust that I had made for it. It is somewhat louder than stock. The cops never f*** with me.
I have a '71 Mustang Mach 1. It's bright lime green with black stripes (pretty hard to miss). It has a hot 351 Cleveland with a 2 1/2 inch exhaust through 40 series Flowmasters. When it's running it sounds like the world is coming to an end. The cops never f*** with me.
I have an '83 Thunderbird with a 331 stroker running through a 2 1/2 inch exhaust and 40 series Flowmasters. It sounds a lot like the Mach 1. The cops never f*** with me.
I have a red Mustang GT Convertible. The engine is stock but I'm running a 2 1/2 inch exhaust and 40 series Flowmasters. The cops never f*** with me.
Until about a year ago I was riding a Suzuki Katana with a 4 into 2 Yoshimura that I had made for it. Yeah, I know it's not a Ducati, but it was a loud, aggressive
sounding sportbike. The cops never f***ed with me.
Do you know why? Because I don't drive like a douche.
Last year I was stopped twice. Both times I was driving my silver Mercedes E320 4 door. It was just as quiet and unassuming as a church mouse. Both times I was stopped for speeding. You know why? Because I was speeding.