I think I have some really crappy luck when it comes to car kills. After I got wasted by the guy in the tricked-out Navigator, I decided to pick on some poor *.O.B. who I knew I could humiliate. On Friday nights, all the kids come out in their little Rice-a-roni hoopties and cruise. It'* quite a site...if you want to be sick. The whole strip sounds like a pack of wild lawnmowers got loose. So when I feel down, because Gramps in a truck kicks my ***, I go eat rice. As pulled up to a stop light next to my intended victim...a shiny little Cavalier. It looked like the typical high school kids' car, with a huge set of dual pipes the size of watermelons. He looked at me and started revving his engine (although I thought at first that it was a killer weed-wacker). When we got the green...he just outright smoked the living crap out of me. I managed to keep up through the intersection, but that was about it. I saw him pull into the car wash, so I followed to see what the hell. He was laughing so hard I thought he'd he a seizure. When he calmed down, he started telling me not to be too upset. He opened his hood to show me why. I couldn't believe my eyes. He had managed, after much cutting and rearrainging, to stuff a small block V8 in the thing! Talk about sleeper. He explained how he did it, but I didn't understand a damn thing ( I drive cars, not build them). I don't know what to pick on anymore. Before work tonight I'm going to look for some kid in a rust bucket, and I'm going to make myself feel good for about 3 seconds before I become ashamed of myself. But, knowing my luck, he'll have hidden a Viper engine in the damn thing.