My home town is full of these jackasses. WTF is accomplished by revving your motor while looking for a parking spot at WAL-MART???
I don't fucking get it. When I was 19, I'd rev my motor a little at home because I liked the sound. That's where it ended. After the sound comes an intrigue with speed that yearns for attention, and won't be denied.
Black fenders suck. If you can't afford the paint, then don't bother.
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