Let me preface this by saying that my car is a dark blue. Additionally, it had been given one of its bi-annual washes just a day or two before the events described below, so it actually looked pretty decent.
So I come out of the store packin a couple sacks of groceries and there is this dude, a jock 20 years past his jock days, done up corporate style with some kinda light brown woolish overcoat on. He's yappin at some guy, got one foot on the sidewalk and he's restin his big arse on my trunk.
I walk up an say something like, excuse me thats my car. He moves, but keeps on yappin. I sling my stuff into the trunk and as I'm closing it say 'you ought to be more careful'. He says something that in tone and words was essentially 'didnt hurt your car none little man, now run along'. I replied, while sliding a finger along the trunk: 'Nah, you didnt hurt it, its a diesel' and I show him my now well blackened finger.
He was having a little trouble expressing his feelings as he twisted around and took in big black ass-shaped mark on the back of his jacket.
He and his sidekick are still standing back there when I climb in. He's actually trying to brush the soot off, so now its on his hands too!. I was a little pissed from his attitude, so i fired it up with my foot holding the loud pedal all the way down. My trusty 1.6 reaches deep, draws up a great slurp of the ever present puddle of blowby in the intake, and rips out a real wall blackener when the turbo spools. :twisted:
So, remember kids, there is more than one way to smoke a Lexus driver