I got one. About a decade or so ago I worked at a Ford dealership in the service department, and one of my jobs was to take trade ins and go over them and do any work to them that was necessary before we could list it for sale. One time we got in a '99 Camaro with a bunch of modifications, including an aftermarket exhaust that was loud as all hell, and the dealership decided that we had to remove the exhaust before we could sell it, so they enlisted me and another coworker to take it to a muffler shop downtown to get the work done. Okay, we thought, we might as well have some fun. I drove the Camaro down, while my coworker followed me in a Hyundai Tiburon that was also on the lot, he wanted to see just how fast it could go. So we are flying down the freeway, in the middle of town, easily pushing 130 mph and weaving in and out of cars, when I come up to I car in front of me blocking my path and a tow truck in the next lane over a little behind it. I look over and determine there is just barely enough room between the car in my lane and the tow truck, and decide to change lanes in front of the truck. So I changed lanes, still going more than 120 mph mind you, and I swear to god I must've only had about 6-8 inches of room or the rear bumper of that Camaro would've tagged the front bumper of that tow truck, probably scared that guy shitless.
And oh yeah, I creamed the shit out of that Tiburon, gutless piece of shit that car was.
And oh yeah, I creamed the shit out of that Tiburon, gutless piece of shit that car was.