The day after I got married, I was running around minneapolis returning the audio equipment from my wedding and taking care of shit before leaving town. My car was filled with speakers and amps and whatnot. As I'm driving on Broadway and turn onto University in N minneapolis, some kid in a prelude (newer one) is driving the opposite direction as me. He sticks his head out his window and yells something at me with an angry look on his face. I turn the corner, and he must have turned to, because he then appeared in front of me, and I pulled up next to him at the next light.
"What the hell did you say?"
"I, ahhh, well....like your....uh.....front mount"
"Good, because if you were saying something else, I was thinking I'd have to ask you what the hell your problem is. Since you didn't, we should be fine, eh?" When I meet up with Anna right afterwards, she is laughing like crazy and high-fiving me. Good times!
Anna is in her car behind me and hears all of this, she is giggling, I can see her. The light turns green, and I leave the light briskly, but not more than maybe half throttle. The kid steps on it, and I see him smiling as he catches up to me and starts to pass me. I hear his vtec kick in and realize that he's at WOT. So, I do what anyone else would in a DSM filled with stuff. I stepped on it and briskly put several *hundred* yards inbetween myself and him.
At the next light, he pulls up slowly, ashen look on his face and says, "dude, what turbo do you have in that thing?" To which I reply, "turbo?!? dude, this thing is N/A!" and then take off.
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