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Lamborghini club. We had stopped at a service station to re-group, fuel up, etc. Thank goodness one of our members was inside the store and overheard a bunch of rednecks talking bad about Luigi's Diablo and how they should fuck it up when they go back outside. The guy came back out and told us what he had overheard. Luigi and I immediately made our way over to stand guard over the Lambo, parked WAY outta the way over to the side of the service station, but where these rednecks had parked right beside it. Surely enough they came out, it was like 5 of them. They were obviously already pretty lit, and making another beer run. You could tell by the way they were acting that they had fully intended to do something to the car, but were deciding what to do now that we were standing right there over it, watching their every move. I just knew we were about to end up in a fight.
Luigi jumped in the diablo and pulled it over to a safer area.
They rednecks just mumbled to themselves and left.
It's a shame that people have to be that way. Just because somebody has done well for themselves and has nice things, some other folks get mad about it because their country, barefoot, cheeto - batwing eating, sleep with their cousin, backwoods redneck asses haven't done shit with their own lives, and hate anyone that has.
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