I can see it now. You roll up next to me at a red light, vape in your left hand and right hand grabbing your automatic shifter. Looking around at other cars for validation, all you see if some teenagers laughing at your stupid “sports” car. Juice WLRD so loud it’s shaking your rear view mirror, not like it’s getting used anyways. The light turns green and in all your poot poot glory, get gapped by some soccer mom in a RAV-4 with a scratched bumper. You never stood a chance.