at about 6:30pm, one of my old mans troop's comes to the house to get paperwork done, and guess what he's driving.....rice.
a '97 honda civic Si, with all the plastic put on it, and a huge ass shopping cart handle. he gets his paperwork from my old man, and tries to start the car..and he finds that he is leaking fuel. he pops the hood, and the new fuel rail he put in is messed up.
so he gets it started real quick, parks it on the side..and now its gonna sit there for the night, tempted to be egged, toilet papered, or something
