Goin' way too fast

I was hanging out with my cousin at a popular spot along the river one hot summer day, eons ago (read: I was young and stupid) at the river in the town where I grew up. Everyone hung out there, cuz, well, it was the place to be. We would traditionally park our vehicles up on the hill and trek about 100 yards to the river.
As such, we coudn't really see who was showing up until they ambled down the bank to water. On this particular day, there were about 10 of us there from my high school. kickin' back, tossin' a few, swimming. The usual teen bullshit when there's nothing else to do in a miserably small town. Before we knew what had happened, a group of losers from a rival high school, a county away, had decided to crash our hangout - because what else are you gonna do if you're a teen and don't have a river to hang out at and you know you can cause trouble elsewhere?
The invading marauders started shouting insults and whatnot and created an annoyance. Now, my cousin doesn't really appreciate when I would get into fights and drag him into - oh, he'd fight, but at heart he wasn't as mean as me. So, as I was amping up the verbage - I knew the football players through mutual sports - the other kids were gathering up their stuff because escalation was in the air. Finally, my cousin had to physical drag me screaming epitahs about their school colors and what our mascot would do with his cock to their bird mascot.
We trudged back to our cars, Im steaming - but apparently the visual image of the bird taking it in the arse is too much for Mr. Muscles, he follows my group to our cars. Mr. Steriods is parked behind my speed wagon and leans against his piece of shit Honda CRW or X- I think that's it, this was back in the early 90's. It was a small little car - two doors.
My cousin has the doors open to my vehicle and is hissing "Straight, (not my name) get in the damn car." I can't. It's personal now. He said I suck at basketball and instead of shooting suckass free throws I should give him free, um, dates. (still not orginal even today.)
I toss all my crap - beach towel, suntan lotion, cooler_ on the ground and yell my favorite slogan "Bring it." He's all like I'm not gonna hit a girl. That pisses me off. Then the light bulb goes on so bright it hurts my eyes to even think.
I pat the side of my dragster and give his car a condescending look - wanna settle this on the road? All my friends stare at me in disbelief, and his friends bellow in hilarity. So Mr. Muscles ask - what are the stakes? Hmm. I think - easy - I date you if you win and if I win you come to one of my games and wear my school colors and cheer for us.
Deal. Sucka
We pull up onto the road, which is a nice straight-away used for racing anyway. I know the layout better than him - he's so toast.
We line up, do the whole rev your engine male ego testorone crap - then we're off. Im faster at take offs, mainly because I cheat, but, eventually in a short distance he catches up to me - no problem. As he passes me, smokin' me, actually he does the lewd tounge in cheek motion for a blow job - I smile serenely as a local cop pulls out behind us - lights blazing. Mr. Muscles looks ready to hurl.
Cop drives by me and pulls over the rice burner. I wave as I pass - still going 70-ish - I reach the finish line first. I win.
I also cheat like hell cuz I don't lose. It doesn't hurt knowing where cops who are your relatives sit and know what your parents' van looks like and you know they're gonna be waiting there because they told you that when you picked your cousin up at his house two hours ago.
Mr. Steriods looked cute in my school colors as he cheered my team on at the next game.