I pwned a school bus yesterday. Him and his punk friends won't mess with me again.

I must have the low-power M42, because I can't keep up with seniors leaving church parking lots in their Cadillacs (go figure). But I can go around corners like Michelle Mouton (on a bad day).

Everyone in the neighborhood knows my car on sight because it's usually sliding sideways 'round corners.
Reminds me of some good advice from my old BMW dealer Dieter: "You must blow dee carrbon out uff de zylinders." He had the best dealership in Pittsburgh...and the only one. Nobody knew what a Bimmer was in 1974. In 1978 he took me for a spin in an M1...I think he hit 90mph once or twice in Oakland (our congested uptown), and Pittsburgh has no straight roads. One of my favorite childhood memories...