Attention: TDR Forum Junkies 
So I am driving up the interstate to Loveland to do the Water/Meth wrench day, cruising along at 75 and this lady passes me in a Malibu at probably 77. In the back seat she has a couple of dogs about the size of a Australian sheep dog. About the time she gets about 1 car length ahead of me, we start going up a hill and I roll onto the throttle a little, the boost picks up and the turbo starts singing (no silencer ring). I look in the back window of the Malibu, and the dogs are howling... 
we get to the top of the hill, I back off and the dogs stop and start looking around... . I wonder... I roll onto the throttle again and there they go... HOOOOOOOWWLLL HOW HOW HOOOOOOOWWWL. I get up next to the car, I let off, the dogs stop, I fall back a couple of cal lengths and do it again. By now I am laughing so hard the road is getting blurry. I kept this up for about three more rounds until the lady jumps it up to 85. I kind of felt bad for her, that must be annoying as hell. But it was cheap entertainment on a boring drive.
we get to the top of the hill, I back off and the dogs stop and start looking around... . I wonder... I roll onto the throttle again and there they go... HOOOOOOOWWLLL HOW HOW HOOOOOOOWWWL. I get up next to the car, I let off, the dogs stop, I fall back a couple of cal lengths and do it again. By now I am laughing so hard the road is getting blurry. I kept this up for about three more rounds until the lady jumps it up to 85. I kind of felt bad for her, that must be annoying as hell. But it was cheap entertainment on a boring drive.
ROTFL, Man, that is funny. I would have done the same. 
