I am so impressed that you race through back streets, school zones and parking lots. I love that your car car costs more than most people make in FOUR YEARS.
I wait anxiously just hoping to see you round the corner everyday pretending to drag race with the middle aged woman, but she doesn't even notice you by the way, at the stop light.
I love hearing the roar of your engine, tires screech, and music blasting.
Your gray hair and comb-over are simply gorgeous. You are definitely the coolest guy around.
A sort of Mario Andretti and this is the Grand Prix.
The only thing that I haven't seen is your teeny tiny dick, but it is so obvious that I really hope you ask me out soon.