Yeah, keep us posted.
Things just seemed to get weirder and weirder as the night went on. We were just there to shoot the breeze, enjoy cars and good conversation (like any normal human being). By the time 11:00 rolled around I just wasn’t comfortable being there anymore.
I don’t know you Brian, but that sounds like a heck of a beatdown.
And a sidenote: I don’t know if someone drives an SRT-4 on here, but the idiot brake-checked me on route 7 right after I switched lanes to get behind him to pass a slow driver in the right lane (and his passenger cussed me out for it).