after being outrun by a sub 2500 lb. turbo 325 today.....we pulled into the homo depot, and just about walked to each other's car to see...as soon as we got out...i was really impressed with his turbo...and he was oogling over the mine...kinda cool...he works at a porsche tuner close to my house...that was a good exchange...he goes hell, if you ever see the lights on after hours we're usually in the shop drinkin beer...you gotta stop by...enough said
the think that makes me think about my response is usually gauged by the inquisitiveness of the asker...you can tell the guy that goes...that thing got a hemi (douche) or this kind gentleman that just yesterday, stopped, paused, then politely started asking a few questions..."so, now, that's not a version of the hemi, right, but it is 10 cylinders, like the car"....yes, sir....matter of fact it's the exact same motor that they have in the car, along with the transmission......that i can deal with...
last week, i go through some drivethrough, and this (insert stereotype here) lady literally crawls half way through the window (which, she had no business trying to fit herself through), and exclaims, oh my god that is a pretty truck...does that mean "you got money"....no, ma'am, i don't have any money, i just told the back that i would repay them after several years...(with borderline disgusted look on her face, and sucking of teeth) OH...then i get a free milkshake because, evidently, "i'm cute"...