You keep the radio of scan. The cheesy radios stations take turns. You drive fast and fake out other drivers that your going to smash into them head on. This causes some minor fender benders and other wrecks.
You drive up to a side walk where a street mime is preforming. You rev the engine loudly over and over again. Black oily smoke rolls from your exhaust and it makes the mime cough and choke loudly. You clap and move on. You spin onto a man's lawn, giving it a deep and wide lawn job. He runs out screaming at you while dialing 911. You better head off to the west side on town for the rest of this rampage. You see a red pick up with a jocular man driving. You surge forwards ramming the back of his truck. He pulls to the side. You idle on the road. A few tense moments pass. He gets out and approaches your car. You screech forwards and ram the side of his ride. The scream of peeling metal is a terrible sound. You floor the gas pedal and surge into the city deciding to stop for no traffic lights. That's how you have a head on with a 86 mustang fury. You smash you head open on the dash and your brains spill out like moist cat food.
The End