It was a Friday night and pretty nice out, so me and my friends decide to go to the local mall to check out the scenery. Being enviromental-friendly we decided to car pool, but since we needed good gas mileage we decided to be bad *** and take the one kid'* 1994 4-door Shadow. That'* right, a nice ugly gray with the paint peel going on because of Dodge'* bad paint jobs, a 4 cylinder for it'* whopping power(it makes it to 85!! after going down the biggest hill on the highway) and a 5 spd to launch us to victory we needed to race. It was the perfect unsuspecting ride, because it looked like something a 80 yr old lady would have as a grocery getter and has only half a clutch left. Well after cruising around the mall parking lots and beepin' at some ladies, getting on mall security'* nerves, and getting everyone outside of Border'* attention with the fake Dixie horn, we had to get going. We start going down the road and I try to locate a person worthy of racing. By yanking on my seatbelt and pulling it up to the ceiling(then dropping it and repeating the process) and holding a garden hose nozzle in the other hand, it was easy to tell if the person was game for a race. We found our first opponent, a 2002 Toyota camry with a girl behind the wheel. As we pulled up to the red light I dropped the hose nozzle and seatbelt and prepared for the race. I rolled down my window(I was sitting shotgun), put my arm out there and got ready for some shifting. Immediately the girl started panicing when she realized I was about to do some serious airshifting. The light turned green and we both took off. Luckily I was able to grab the gears while making a wicked burnout noise and left her in our dust. At the next light we thought we'd have a real opponent, a 2000 F150. Unfortantuly it was a female driver that was more concerned about her cellphone and her shopping bags than to respond to the rev of a worn out 2.5 next to her. So we decided to end the night by putting the car sideways a few times and doing a couple fake burnouts in a nearby town. Strangely after all that, the hot-rod shadow needed a quart of oil.