Ashley's 1994 Pontiac Trans-Am

You feel your heart beat heavier...
your palms begin to sweat...
"Maybe he hasn't seen me" you nervously think, as you
grip harder on the steering wheel of your under-powered rice-burner.
He's coming, You can feel it...
closer and closer.
The rumble of nearly 300 horses reverberates in your chest.
You feel It's presence just outside your door...
"Relax, you're okay" you try to reason...
But you're not okay...
You're 6 inch wide exhaust tip can't help you now.
In the glow of the red light a bead of sweat rolls down your forehead.
The light suddenly flashes to green, you're time has come...
With a monstrous growl, the V8 beast consumes you...
And another one bites the dust.
Ok, I know... the intro story is a little over the top, but hey, it's my section so I can be over the top if I feel like it. And for the record I respect many import-tuners but not 'ricers'.