Jim's representing!
As a crowd gathers for another pointless night of streetracing and loitering at Broad and Diamond from a distance, a rumble, the rumble of the mighty 454. As the sound comes closer, the crowd eagerly in anticipation to see what motor mayhem comes their way, and there it is, Red Death, in it's might, stuck in reverse, plowing, with Jiim, crinked neck and all form 2 trans jobs, and driving over his shoulder, cheesestake in hand, 40 in a zip tie made cup holder, as he rears by, "smokes, beer & cheesetakes for life fuckos!" as Earl hops form the passenger seat, and slams down the first to laugh sits on their chest and releases the brute stench that even Saddam Huessan himself would deam inhumane punishment.
Alas, the second gen HAS BEEN represented.
Sorry Jim, I had to, but if you think about it, you know those Miller Light commercials with the deep toned voice over guy and the lead singer from Foreigner, that would make a interesting one