muscle car guys are the friendly crowd here on Long Island, the guys with mustangs are pretty much all *******s who think they're UFC cage fighters, but would faint at the sight of blood
case in point: i was in my coupe getting gas on a beautiful sunday morning a week or two ago, when a really nice, loud, black 1992 hatchback rolled in and pulled up to the pump next to me... i said "nice car dude" and he looked over at me and my car and said "yeah, your ****'s a little wavy, but whatever, it's alright" and then walked into the gas station... WAVY?! really? my car has 50k miles on it and has never been in an accident... i walked around my car for 5 minutes after he left, pissed off and looking for "waves" of course i didn't find any... but that's Long Island for ya... cut throat, jealous, shallow people...