Alright so the night started really slow and by 11:00 i had nothing to do. So i do what most of my other friends would do in my situation drive around looking for trouble, and damn did i get it. local small highway rt 27 has a long strip of empty road where cops cant hide at all well i meet up with a early 90's stang who starts immediatly with the "im sorry you own a chevy" so **** talking lead to up to rt 27 where we raced twice from a dig and a roll demolished him in both areas...i was kinda suprised the little white 5.0 convertible didnt do more. regardless the guy didnt know **** about cars or aftermarket parts he didnt even have an exhaust was kind of depressing now that i think about it.