Evening Y'all,
I was heading home tonight when some jack wipe in an autozone special Honda of many colors just had to pick on the old man in the hairdresser car. Dude, I'm fifty years old driving a damn Boxster get a grip, I don't play. Well he just had to keep revving at me at a redlight and he was sitting next to me. Yeah I turned the traction control off, nailed the gas, dunped the clutch and snapped the car 180 and ended up looking at him through my windshield and his, I hate punks. It sounds like a killer feat but it is raining.
Sid, have you taken a look in the fuel tank? Like is it sluffing rust and stopping crap up?