my car didnt run for like 2 months. i drove it down the road after i fixed it, for it to break down less than a mile from my house. i called my bro and he came and got me, we went to my house, got rope, and came back. it was like 5 minutes since i had been gone, and there was some asshole with a 300zx slouched over my car. he jumped back in his car and took off, so naturally, in a supercharged ford ranger we pursued. i mean my boy has built this ranger to the max, its a sleeper at heart, pushing almost 430hp. we caught up to the guy in no time. it turned out it was my neighbor that always yells at me for revving my engine, he had aquired a twin turbo 300zx from somewhere, i asked him wtf was he doing my car and he said "checking it out" so i was like w/e and went back to my car to find the emblems were popped. so i popped his emblems that night, with a fatty rusted ass crowbar, and i wasnt gentle either lol.
turns out my story sucked but i didnt type this for nothing
turns out my story sucked but i didnt type this for nothing