Reminds me of Charlie The Sculptor a number of years ago during Bike Week. We pulled up to a light and were suddenly surrounded by a bunch of crotch rockets, half who immediately started to do burnouts while waiting for the green. Charlie got this twinkle in his eye, saw him kick it into gear and proceeded to light it up. With his Viking pipes barking and the sound of the rubber screeching, it was too much for the little fellers. You should have seen the smoke, all the CR's around us just stopped burning and looked straight ahead. Charlie just laughed as we pulled away. Aaah....the good old days.
Charlie later said they all just needed to see a real burnout....and he gave it to them.
