Originally Posted by ChicagoX

I'm rocking the rental minivan while the sparkplugs are getting changed (all 16!!!) in the E55, and I see this guy:


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I snap a few, laugh a bit, and exit the highway. Glancing to the right, I notice the latest laughingstock pull up beside me, golf hat on, sleeve rolled up, chillin.

Should I?

I couldn't resist. "Wow ! is that an E55?" The cast has been made.

"You bet. I've had it about a year." He bit. Now to set the hook.

"Well, how come you only have a single exhaust?"
-pause-
"What do you mean?" he inquires, mouth slightly agape. I can't believe he's actually asking for more.

"I'm talking about the little droopy pipes on the left side of your car. You're driving a six-cylinder. Next time you might want to get the badges on the correct sides of the car too."

"Fuck you. How would you know?"

"Because I drive one, you FAKER !"

He rewarded my astute eye with the most noble of single-digit salutes, an attempt at a peel-out, and a sheepish look. Catch-and-release. What a sport.