So here we are sitting downtown at our usual spot, enjoying probably the first palatable Saturday evening in the open air of 2008.
Here comes this kid with a nice REAL nice BMW Sedan, in
black of course (shouldn't all BMWs be black?). Of course staring at us with his windows and his euro-trash metal music blaring. Just looking for trouble (or a race, or a fight, or god knows what). Finally about the 3rd or 4th time through the light, Matt finally yells at him: "Do a burnout!!!" By this time we'd all gotten a look at the car - it's a BMW M5. Now I'm no BMW expert but I know that its a nice ass car. And not cheap, to boot. And the way this kid's been revving the engine and driving a little sketchy-like, I'm guessing its daddy's car. I had casually mentioned (read: scoffed) to my friends under my breath that 'its probably an 80 thousand dollar car'. Well of course this kid is more than happy to oblige and has a huge, bug-eating grin on his face which allows us all to clearly see the sad story of his two front teeth; jagged and broken as a shattered mirror. My teeth hurt today, weeks later, just thinking about it. So of course he locks it up the front wheels and obliges us with about 15 seconds of tire-melting goodness. Easily the best burnout I have seen in Lincoln, NE. His car is sliding slightly forward, the front brakes unable to push back hard enough against the raw power behind the rear wheels. So he lets off and gets a short applause and a couple whoops and hollers from the gawkers before taking off at the light.
Shortly after (you didn't think the story is over did you?), he pulls by in our side of the street slowly, waving. Of course he decides to stop in and say hi and see who he can cajole into a race. He stops in the middle of the street (oddly no traffic, wierd) and chats with us for a moment. Yeah it's an M5 with a *blah**blah*blah*blah* stage two tune from some german company. That cost about 40 grand on top of the car. Dual turbochargers or some BS like that. He continues to chat for a moment, indicating that his "old lady" messed up his teeth the other day. Not sure if that meant his wife or his mom or what... but don't really care. He sees some cars coming up behind him and decides to stop and chat some more. He pulls in quietly down the block and parallel parks nearer the other end of the street.
At this point I already knew he wasn't a character I really wanted to associate with. I notice the guy slightly tweaking every few seconds, either high on something, stoned on something, drunk on something, or a combination of the above. (not that I really had any doubt anyway) He chatted with the guys some more (I purposely did not join in the conversation or move anywhere near where they were talking). Well I hear him ask who wants to race. Hah! A bit of an akward moment and Matt, being his smooth self, says none of us are really racers, they are hanging out down at BK on 25th! The guy, resolute in his quest to cause trouble, decides to go find someone, quick, fast, and in a hurry. Jumps in his car and again, (no traffic, how weird) squeels his tires backing up, then pounds the accelerator, flipping the car in a U while burning off some more rubber, out of the parking space. I think he meant to flip a 180 out of the space, and then head east, but he was a little too liberal with the throttle, and ended up doing about a 270, facing his car directly into the curb. Stopped, logic I guess betrayed this poor kid, that or his nuts grew in size threefold and he decided to continue his rubber-melting-frenzy. Cranking the wheel and pounding the accelerator once more, leaving us all in a thick white cloud of smoke. He must have spinned around 4-5 times continuously before he finally decided to head east and find a racer. Closer inspection revealed giant black circles, spanning 4 lanes of traffic and a turn lane. How he didn't hit one of the parked cars (lined on both sides of the street) or any traffic (where the hell was all the cars???!!!) I'll never know. However it was possibly the sweetest thing I have ever seen anyone do on four wheels, and certainly the coolest thing done on a public, open, road. The only thing that would of topped it would be a cop to show up and arrest the kid (rightfully) for reckless endangerment or whatever it is cops are making up now. People that do stupid things like that make all us law-abiding folk look bad.
If I tried to squeak my wheels even a little I'd have every cop in a three-county radius lighting me up and dragging me out of my car by my collar. This kid nearly gets away with murder and not a 5-oh in sight? Chalk it up to my being unlucky, I guess.
Oh and I looked up the kids car on BMW-USA it's about a $100,000 car not counting any modifications he made. Holy crap dude. I guess it must be nice to have money and not care what happens to it.