I live in Vegas where everyone is either drunk, an a$$hole or some combination of the two so I generally just keep my blacked out windows UP.
I did forget about this rule one evening a few weeks back... As I'm sitting at a light with my window halfway down this old (kind of redneck-y) guy pulls up in a mid-90s Accord done to the nines in Fast and Furious part 1 style (Crazy Wings West body kit, shaved everything, janky fender flares, weird graphics, chrome wheels with tiiiiiiiiiny little sidewalls making for wheels that look way too small). He looked so out of place in it that my first thought was that he was driving his kid's car around or something. His question? "How much horsepower do you think that exhaust added to your car? 50-60? I'll bet that thing has about 500 horses under the hood eh?" Mind you- bone stock car, stock exhaust.
I said, "Nope, it came with 500 from the factory. Now with the exhaust I'm pushing more like 750....... To the wheels."
The look on his face was like
And I was like
