It annoys me to no end when some backwards-hatted kid in a riced-out Civic pulls up next to my BMW at a stop light, hauls ass when it turns green, and is assuredly smug as he pulls away entirely too quickly for the bouncy suspension and stock brakes I'm sure he's got tucked underneath his hoopty ride. I don't street race (at least, certainly not past the posted limit), but I'm sure he thinks he's scored some manner of "win" when he cruises away spouting too much exhaust tone and hip-hop music.
But when the "riced-out Civic" is a white-over-blue Viper that sounds like it's got either turbos or a supercharger (my money is on turbos) and leaves two big fatty 355mm-wide tread stripes as it peels out across the intersection—well, I suppose that's somewhat less annoying.
NICE!
Fantastic car, but the guy is still a douche.
No way man. I so want that to happen to me. I'd be so pumped to see that.
That said, tell me you wouldnt leave some rubber like that if you could.
I get some sort of perverse pleasure when nerds use the word "hoopty." I don't use it enough myself. :D
Laying out fat stripes is just another excuse to buy more tires, I suppose.
And hoopty is totally where it's at.