Myself and 2 friends went to a local fright farm last night and all around had good time. As we were leaving,all the cars park in a field,there was an entire line of rice-burners parked. My friends and I are performance car enthusiasts and laugh quite loudly at any imposters to this genre. So we got closer to this line of at least 15 cars for a hearty chuckle,we notice the group of college guys that owned them was walking behind us. They had everything. Neons,Civics,Preludes and even a new,clearly out of place,Z28 Camaro. I asked very,blatantly, the leader guy if he wanted to race and he smiled and hopped in his stomach turning Eclipse,which aside from the nice paint job,was sadness in 4-wheel form. I ran to my car(about 150 feet away)and drove back to them. You could almost see his eyes well with tears when he saw the GT on the side. We drove out to the brand new highway that never has many cars and almost never any jakes on it. We lined up right where you pull onto in and counted down while looking at each other,and when we hit 3,I slowly released the clutch and it was an absolute massacre. The only thing that could be heard over his Asian Rage Exhaust was me laughing and him crying. I raced up to aout 90 and I don't know what he gave up at. Sorry about this long-ass post but it was a feeling second only to super-model sex. At least I would imagine that feels good. :rev: