So I'm headed home from work and I'm rollin, this cutie I know passes me in her little jap car, and gives me a come hither gesture. The road is wet but I mash the fuel pedal anyway to catch up. So before I know it, I'm doing a broadie at 75 down the interstate. After I nearly soiled my self and got everything straightened out I decided to finally order a new set of tires. The factory Michelens just are'nt safe for my irresponsible driving style. Don't worry all you do gooders there was no one around me at the time I was only a threat to myself, and my beautiful white beast. 
