So after the meet, I went to one of Houston's "spots" last night. I was sitting in my car on the outsirts of this parking lot, in between a tree and a light pole. These three, um (oh, hell...how do I say this nicely? Ahh, screw it...) mexican ricers circled around my car, and the one with the most pathetic vehicle ('96-98 honDUH civic 4dr, HUUUUGE fart can) tosses me a 'lil rev when he heard my exhaust. So, as a laugh, I toss one back. Wow. HUUUUGE mistake. He went into a ricer frenzy, circling my car revving his sad little car, then proceded to ATTEMPT to do a burnout. He succeeded in only chirping his tires, and kept going into reverse, slamming first (while still rolling backwards) and popping his clutch. I was laughing so hard driving away that it was hard to see straight!