jeez, didn't realise us lot (who are in the eyes of most, termed perfectly innocently as boy racers) were such a sensitive bunch!

I take no offence to being called a boy racer, and realise that in the eyes of most, with my big outwardly rolled tailpipe and whooshing turbo I am in fact (as are you) someone who fits that used-by-the-masses term (even my Auntie calls me it... the CUNT!) ; )

Wouldn't it have ben better to respond to this lady with a bit of a cuddle rather than a big frosty "fuck yoself"?! Get over it, we drive silly whaletailed cars with silly wheels and silly exhausts and turbos!
I bet she's calling us something else other than boy racers now!

Ben