I'm talkin' no traffic in sight. No houses fer miles. And no drinkin'. Just findin' yerself out in a desolate part of the countryside and sayin'.. Fuck it, I'm a gonna see what she can do. Crank Whitesnake, and let er' rip. Giver a good 5 to 10 second squakfest and be on yer way to church. Or wherever you kids go these days.
And why not? All the redneck auto racers get to do it. AND get paid for it. It looks like a shit ton of fun. I used to to it in my smokin' hot trophy girlfriends car, but I think I wrecked the engine cause' it won't do it na' more. And I've tried to do it in my 4 cylinder Matrix... forget about it. But if I did have a squeel worthy ride, I'd love to live like a race car driver for a few seconds.
In the new world, good ol' country road tire squealins' will be legal.
AND SO IT SHALL BE WRITTEN!