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On most nice weekends my car friends and I drive our cars down to University Ave. I have been doing this since I turned 16, about 6 years ago. Typically we go check out Porky's and see the same old mustangs that are there everynight, and rarely a real gem will find its way into the run of the mill modern camaros or stangs. Since we are ricers with slow cars, we then go to the normal rice spots to see stock automatic Saturns and Weld-on-$20-Shiney-muffler-89-civics-loaded-with-4-fat-guys compete in a contest of ball swinging. And ask a worthwhile car to compete, and the typical and expected, "its not running right, its not tuned, its broken, im scared of consequences, not-tonight" comes out. And who would have guessed, some local law enforcement enjoying their night rains on the parade of the rice...er, racers... And the laughable stampeed that follows only to be in a localized traffic jam worse than rush hour. At the next gathering spot, witness many poorly modified (or should be say slaughtered) grocery getters clog a well lit business. Observing groups of people who know each other, who do not interact with any other groups... Makes me wonder? If everyone is just coming here to stand around and BS, can't they do that at home? Wash, Rinse, Repeat. Before you know it, the sun is stirring and almost awake. Can you say waste of time? Why do half these people even do this? Because they are adolescent, and the only thing they can say about themselves is that they are champion ball swingers on the street, although they actually never do anything to claim, prove, or defend their self proclaimed titles?

In the end, this so called "street racing" is worthless. And the vast majority of people that participate should just drive their cars off a cliff, or at least give them to a needy grandmother who needs transportation to her local Cub Foods.