The "old" red car was the convertible 396 Chevelle.

I almost got into a fight with three young Mexican boys that pawed Patrycja's car and leaned all over a fender taking pics. I had to bust them out in English AND Spanish. Mofos.

Things like that irk me. It gets on my nerves when people just treat MY car like it's THEIR car. It aint bitches, so don't touch the car. Look all you want and ask all the stupid idiotic "what's your car's top speed??? :jerkit: " questions you want. I don't mind that. Touch my shit when you aint gotta be touching my shit and it pisses me off.

We also had another queer in a Honda come and park in the wrong section. We told him he couldn't park there and he got all froggy with one of our ladies that was telling him to move. Our tents emptied out and he changed his tune real quick. Freaking Henry Co. police came over and he got owned so hard people started clapping. Cop asked him, "what section does it say on your sticker? Not this one, right? So, then what are you bitching at? You realize that you're wrong, huh? Well then, shut up and move on!!" Werd.

His GF stood there running her mouth for another 15 mins, until she figured out we didn't give a damn about her drama. We just asked jerk off to go where he's supposed to be, he did, so it's over. Freaking move on. You got owned hard, so take it and leave already. :jerkit:

Freaking drama queens.