I went to high school with a guy who could make his truck backfire anytime he wanted. He used to make a lot of crowds duck.
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“I went to high school with a guy who could make his truck backfire anytime he wanted”
I hate the HD dudes that tune for that.
I knew a guy who would rev the car, turn off the ignition, pump the gas a few times and turn the ignition back on and it would backfire out the pipes. It was really funny, but he could have blown his head gaskets doing so.
My little sister trained as a farrier. She had a nice '72 F150 with Cherry Bombs and an anvil in the back. It was loud. She could do the same thing.
I drove it through downtown (hometown) one morning and chomped on the gas and though keeping it under the speed limit, I made quite the racket. Got pulled over by a fat cop (who was a senior HS classmate of mine in years past) who didn't bother to ask for license and registration but stated "You like it loud dontcha?"
I said, "Yeah Keith. You fat f***. Was I speeding?"
He didn't bother to try to issue me a citation. He just walked away.
I knew I 'owned' him because I whipped his arse when we wrestled for the top heavyweight spot in High School so I knew he'd back down. What a wuss. What a memory. Gotta love them Cherry Bombs.
I went to high school with a guy that could fart on command.