A guy pulled up to mighty one night in an ugly blue late 70’s Camaro with a blower stickin outta the hood, and the loudest exhaust leak you ever heard. Started running his mouth about how his car had 550 rearwheel horse without even heads on it! He was saying that he got the thing dynoed with the heads on it and it dynoed 829 rear wheel horse, and wanted to know where the mad-fast Mustangs were cause he couldn’t get a single person to run him…And this is where I come in. I asked him what it ran in the 1/4 and he said that he couldn’t tell me cause his “sponsors” would get mad at him if he revieled that information. So then I said you can’t find anyone to run ya huh? he said No so I said I’ll run ya. He says what do you drive, I pointed to it, and he hit me with the “Sponsors” line again, so I told him I wouldn’t tell his sponsors that he got his ass handed to him, so he said that he had no methanol. I walked over to my car and got a gallon of methanol out and said here you go. Then he said that he was at Shredd and Reagan yesterday and some kids were fuckin with his shit and it hasn’t run right since. So I finally got this tard to get to run and it takes him about 5 minutes to start the damn POS. We’re sittin at the light to turn onto sheridan and the POS stalled probably 10 times. We get about 150-200 yards down the road and he pulls into the northtown plaza cause his shit was pissin coolant everywhere. Never got to run him.