:lol:
That reminds me - when I was 17, I got a Mk II Toyota Supra. I basically spent a year's wages on it, got a 'grant' from my parents and borrowed another few hundred off them, which I paid off over the next year.
Anyway, that car (which is still in my garage) SHIFTS. It's 2759cc RWD injection that goes like the clappers if you drive it right (which also means not giving it too much gas at the wrong time when going through corners :insane: )
Anyway, this was about 7 years ago or so, when the Ford Escort XR3i was in its heyday. There's a street in my 'home' town, Maidstone, where kids used to hang around with their souped up cars, with their fat stereos with bass boxes etc, and people used to say that they raced along that street.
So anyway, one day I was driving along with a couple of mates, and someone suggests I take the car down that street. So I do....and off we go!
The passenger in the front seat turns the Slayer CD up full blast (alas I didn't have a stupid sound system in my car, as I tended to spend all my money on records and CDS - this is when I worked in a record shop) so my speakers are slowly getting {bleep}ed....
Anyway, I race along the road with this car, trying to overtake it and hitting about 80mph in the process, only to find that all these cars do, is race to the end of the street, seemingly 'in procession' (i.e. not overtaking) turn round, and drive back again :-?
I thought to myself, what's the point in that :-?
