I was pulling out of a parking garage after leaving the Canadian International Auto Show and a group of the FR-S' target demographic was walking around the corner into the garage. This one dude got excited when he saw my FR-S. His eyes lit up, he exclaimed something that I couldn't discern over my stereo, and gave me what I consider to be the generally understood, horizontally held, twirling index finger. So of course I had to:
Then he did:
DISCLAIMER: for all the road safety concerned readers, all of the above took place within the private property of the garage, under controlled conditions, with all safety devices engaged. Also, there wasn't really any rubber burning, only wet winter tires slipping on a snowy ramp. That is my story, and I'm sticking with it.
