[snakeeyes]

I was taking my GT40 to the TCC meet Saturday morning. Riding along was my 12-year-old nephew. I'm thinking, man, this is the ride of his life, he'll tell his school buddies about this for weeks, I'd have killed for a ride like this when I was his age, etc. etc. At a traffic light a ricer in a red Integra pulls up next to us. Full "Fast & Furious" package--flat black hood, mustard-yellow wheels, coffee-can exhaust, Japanese writing 2' high on the doors, a wing big enough to serve as an entertainment center on the rear deck, etc. My nephew goes into histrionics. "Man, that's SO COOL! Can you lean forward so I can take a picture of it? Oh, that's AWESOME!" Etc. etc. My little ego bubble was dead and gone...