conversation as follows

Him: Yo, you race that thing?
Me: No.
Him: Why not?
Me: I dunno.
Him: What you got done to it?(My civic)
Me: Nothing really.
Him: I'll race you for pinks.
Me: Nah, that's alright.
Him: You sure?
Me: Positive.

Then I start pumping my gas and he blasts DMX. I ignore him and then he starts reving his engine. I get in my car and leave.

I just don't get it. If he's serious, he's a dumbass. If he was fucking with me, he drives a damn stock Grand Prix. Heh, teenagers.