Speaking of beating ricers...

Last night on Friday night a little honda i followed through town wanted to race. So we did right there at a red light in a 35 mph zone which switches to 25mph zone in a few seconds. Well i , of course, showed up the honda , badly, and a sneaky cop with his car turned off quickly jumped in while we was still racing. I saw him flash his lights twice before I ditched in to a short cut through a krogers parking lot and left for my home town, fast. I don't know what happened to the ricer he ran another way, but i guess he learned a new lesson that night: Pink Neon plate frames and stick on flames don't make a car faster or any better at losing Shelbyville's law. He just made himself another notch in my belt...