Holy shit, guys. Get your hipster asses to the Ride Away Credit used car lot on the corner of 59th and Troost and lay some money down on this sweet, '05 Pontiac with a custom flame job. The dealer wouldn't let me look under the hood to see this beast's heart, but that was probably for my own safety. Had I seen it, I might have spontaneously combusted. But if you meet me at a stoplight driving that car, please don't challenge me to race for pink slips. I don't want to look chickenshit.
