Wow was it weak. All the pu$$ies that wanted to run me totally shriveled up when I pulled up my car. I didn't even rev my engine or make a notably decent pass--but on the other hand , everyone hates on my car. Step the F-u_c-K up and grab a lane. I just wanted a friendly bet, too. All the chitown $hittalkers -- especially from chitown.com, were too much of cowards to step up and get cold-cocked. I had the guy with the mr microphone call out Juicin or any takers to negotiate a race with me. No takers -----made for a boring a$s night. There were not any cool runs or matches. The only cool run I remember other than my last spray - run, was a mustang that went up on the bumper early in the night. I want that white supra or whatever.
Tuff cowered out, and his car was plagued with problems. Not cool.
Bad 442, had no car---had been bull$hitting the whole time. Not cool.
Rain was probably what kept cars home, too. Not cool.
Juicin' ignored my callout. Not cool.
RSD was...........................not cool.