My dad did the exact opposite of this when he had a Corvette. Some guys pulled up to the stop light, got him to roll his window down, and said, “Hey man, want to race?”
I was the passenger in an old beaten small panel van. The driver was a complete jackass, but I needed the lift. He pulled up next to an Alfa Romeo 159, and asked for a race. The driver of the Alfa just looked… confused. He gave us a very potent “I cannot sanction your buffoonery” look and rolled his window back up. My driver yelled at him. I sunk into my seat in an overwhelming combination of first and second hand embarrassment.
My dad did the exact opposite of this when he had a Corvette. Some guys pulled up to the stop light, got him to roll his window down, and said, “Hey man, want to race?”
His reply. “Why?”
I witnessed something kinda similar.
I was the passenger in an old beaten small panel van. The driver was a complete jackass, but I needed the lift. He pulled up next to an Alfa Romeo 159, and asked for a race. The driver of the Alfa just looked… confused. He gave us a very potent “I cannot sanction your buffoonery” look and rolled his window back up. My driver yelled at him. I sunk into my seat in an overwhelming combination of first and second hand embarrassment.
It’s like asking someone with running shoes if he wants to run…
That’s when you surprise 'em with the crowbar. haha sucker, better luck next time.