When I was young, I used to hang out in a downtown “cruising” area. I was one of the people who parked and hung out by their car, other people would slowly drive their cars around. Lots of cool cars to see, some of them driven by guys who thought they were oh so cool badasses. Those guys, we’d yell “HEY!” and then when they turned to look, “NICE TIRES!” The subtext there being that they just went to the tire store and bought tires like anyone else could.
I had to literally flee from those guys more than once, and it was so funny.
Edit: And the car I still remember was some early 70s full size Chevy 4-door beater with a Rochester Quadrajet bolted to the outside of the hood.
Slightly tangential story.
When I was young, I used to hang out in a downtown “cruising” area. I was one of the people who parked and hung out by their car, other people would slowly drive their cars around. Lots of cool cars to see, some of them driven by guys who thought they were oh so cool badasses. Those guys, we’d yell “HEY!” and then when they turned to look, “NICE TIRES!” The subtext there being that they just went to the tire store and bought tires like anyone else could.
I had to literally flee from those guys more than once, and it was so funny.
Edit: And the car I still remember was some early 70s full size Chevy 4-door beater with a Rochester Quadrajet bolted to the outside of the hood.