Whilst enjoying a leisurely drive through the country side in the '81 Malibu Classic sedan I happened upon a fellow enthusiast in a Challenger Hellcat. His car was black, had a manual trans, and he was quite confident in its superiority. He made it known through the quaint waves out of the window and short bursts of the throttle. After a little badgering and encouragement he decided to show my granny car who the big dog was (he had a lady friend in the car with him to impress). He downshifted and flogged the big Chrysler through three gears, only to look in his mirror and see the Malibu even closer than before! I could see his bulging eyes in the side mirror trying to make sense of the whole situation. He sat back in his seat and tried again, from a higher rate of speed this time. Alas he fell victim to the granny cars greatest strength, hahahaha!!! Honestly thought it was a good time. His wave turned into an incoherent flopping of his hand, then a big thumbs up as he turned onto another road. Both he and his lady friend breaking their necks to get a good look at the lowly Malibu that just ate his Hellcats' lunch. These are the days that make all the time and effort spent on this car worth it.
On to the next conquest gents!
On to the next conquest gents!