I'm driving to my parents house from my apartment. My brother is following me in his 94 prelude. I give him crap about it all the time. We get a red light and he switches over to the lane next to me. He gives me no indication he wants to race, but to prepare I pull it down to 1. The light turns green so I just start going as normal. I notice he jumps (or trys to) off the line so I floor it. I look over at him slowly falling behind. He shifts. I immediatly look at the tach thinking I have to shift soon. Nope. We're going 30mph. Still accelerating. Time to shift. Push in the button. Push the shifter into D. Pull it back to 1. The damn handle explodes. He's in the rearview mirror, so I put it in drive and kept on driving. So the rest of the ride home I'm scared I just broke the handle and/or something just flew out the window. A few minutes of searching and I find the spring, then the button, then the handle. phew.
Little side note...hes got one of those noisey exhausts, but hes got some ricer denial. He says his car isn't rice.
Little side note...hes got one of those noisey exhausts, but hes got some ricer denial. He says his car isn't rice.