To the kid in the Top Gun-style Ray Bans hanging out the side of his friend's new Celica-
Please don't tell me about the intake and exhaust you're gonna do and the huge gains you're going to see. Its not your car. Yes, I have a sweet car. Thank you. No, it is not a twin turbo. No, I do not have nos, or a chip. No, I will not "light 'em up" at the stoplight we're at right now. I will however laugh when you accept the invite to follow in the twisties, and drop back out of sight. Maybe your frind has better sense than you, or maybe he left your dead dumb @$$ in a ditch, like he should have.