Well I s'pose I'll add to this. I may or may not win, but oh well.

So anyhow My ex-best friend and I used to cruise around and challenge eachother randomly back when his Prelude was stock and I still had the Contour. I cleaned him out once or twice in the Tour (he a lousy launcher, one of those smoking tires = good ETA kinda guys). His family is like full of money and stuff (among other things), so naturally he went to daddy for more go. We were at his house one day, and he had just had his fart pipe installed. My car was at the end of the drive way, so while I was shooting hoops (I took the keys and wallet out of my pants and put it on the ground next to the goal) he runs up and swipes my keys and gets in my car. I hear the engine start so I go over to his car and start his. (He keeps the keys in the car, so if anyone wants a '92 Prelude...

) I wasn't the best at an MTX at the time, so I stalled it once or twice. He came back around in my car and got out and came up to the driver side door , screaming the whole time "Don't touch my car!!!" So I was going to pull it back forward into the garage, but retard here proceeded to open the door just as I let the clutch out. The car lurches backwards (I didn't see it was still in reverse) and the door decides that it wants to put a nice hole in the wall.
The end result was a hole in the sheetrock of the side of the house, a bent doorframe, and three paintchips no larger than the size of a standard pencil eraser on the inner lip of the door. He realigned the door himself and said the estimate for the paintjob was $737.

Three weeks later, on Thanksgiving holidays, his girlfriend and I made out.

I haven't talked to either one of them since then, and have gone on to at least establish a stable relationship.

Oh, how could I forget...I drive a Kia Sedona minivan.