Right, so I traded in the 3000 GT (half a minivan) on a 1998 base Toyota Tacoma. Used to be someone's work truck. All I need is a lawnmower and four illegals in the back and I'll look like every other base Tacoma on the road. I'm afraid to go to a nursery for fear of getting mobbed.
Anyway, this thing has no weight over the driving axle. None. Tires chirp and the rear end breaks loose with the slightest provocation.
So I'm stopped at a light in a school zone. Group of kids walks across the street. They're at that age. That age full of hormones and self righteousness. Nasty little bastards slowly ambled across the middle of the road as the light turned green. So I waited until they were just inches past my truck and dropped the clutch. Hehe... Probably the only exercise they got all day.
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