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I hate people with loud exhausts. I live right next to a 4-way stop sign in a 35. Everyone and their fucking brother decides to rev the shit out of their cars all the time. Motorcycles are the worst of all. Eating dinner? Every 5 minutes I get to hear how much of a ***got somebody is. Watching a movie? Chances are, I'll need to pause and rewind because your '03 Pontiac Bonneville with mad JDM tyte gutted cats and no mufflers made me miss some dialogue.
I make a point if I happen to be out front in the driveway to not even look at ricer pricks with fart cannons. I know all they want is attention, so I just turn my head (makes it a bit quieter too). Whenever I'm washing my car, I'm tempted to spray those douchecanoes with my hose as they drive by, but I don't want someone who knows where I live holding a grudge. And I get tired of the "well, I'm all about performance" excuses. Get a fucking electric cutout. It's cheaper than your de-catted, de-mufflered $1500 headerback exhaust, and it allows you to not be a douchebag when you're cruising through a residential neighborhood at 35mph.
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