In high school

there was this guy that had family money and bought a civic. He talked that civic up from the day he got it, put in injectors, intake, fart can, etc... Well I bought myself a 3/4 ton duramax (some mods) a couple years out of school, and saw him again in the local watering hole. (i know what your thinking, we raced the next weekend) Still talking up his rice rocket, so I challenged him. Surrounded by his dude-bro friends he had no choice to accept. The best part of my hick town I live in is there are tons of deserted roads mile and miles long. We meet, race, and I walk all over him, beating him my a couple cars and leaving him in a thick cloud of black smoke/shame.
He shoulda took the left lane. I don't care what people say, revenge tasted soo sweet
