So, I'm at work minding my own business when a guy I work with comes up to me and asks me if the BMW in the parking lot is mine. I say yes and he asks me if I've done anything to it. I tell him that I've got some minor performance stuff, but nothing special. He then informs me that his '06 mustang v6 in back could "totally eat it in a race, anytime, anywhere". Wow. I did everything I could not to blurt out, "no you moron I'm not going to street race to find out." I just say "probably not," and try to leave it at that.
He comes up to me later talking about racing by Holy Hill (a very hilly, wooded area around where I live, that is extremely dangerous even when it isn't winter), for pink slips no less. I said something like "No you retard, I'm not dumb enough to street race, especially if it means losing my car or possibly my life, go die."He got pissed and called me a pussy as a last ditch effort to get me to race him.
Anyone else run into these idiots that HAVE TO RACE YOU? God where is the Advil.