1:30AM on the tollway service road, three lanes wide, cruising with the music up, a punk in a black newer model celica passes me at 80 with the whole riced package, green lights, pipe, wing, bodykit, horrible wheels... I ketch up with him at the light and blow off. He quickly hits the turn signal and rolls up his windows. +1 to the Ricers for avoiding a race. They are learning my car by now. :evil2: