The wife just called me and told me there was a jackass (==>
) in front of her at the stop sign that tried to do a burn-out and busted his keester in the intersection.
She honked at him, to signal that he needed to pick up what was left of his bike and get the hell out of the way.
The best part: The bike had a "For Sale" sign tacked to the windshield. I wish I'd been there.