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So I went to the street races around here. They're not in the best part of Detroit, but never the less. I watched a bunch of good races then I see these two cavaliers goin at it. I decide to jump in. The cavalier I raced had a total ricer fart can on it and flashing underbody neons. We go off the line and I had him at about 70mph when someone pulled infront of me a ways down the road so I lift. We pull up to a light and he starts talkin smack. He says that he was only at 1/2 throttle. Silly me I didn't know that cavaliers redlined at half throttle. So I say well then lets go here. He says that he isn't going to race with his girlfriend in the car. I ask to pull over and have her flag for us. He says no he has to go home. Then he drives off.