Was mountainbiking one day with my dad. It's been raining all week, and the back roads are made of orange clay. So lots of rednecks will take their cars out and go mudding. My dad had gotten ahead of me, so I was riding out fast. I popped out of the trails onto the little stretch of road to the car right as some rednecks came along the road mudding. They didn't see me and came kinda close. I waved so they would see me, and then sped up cause I saw my dad. I out accelerated their truck, which made them mad. They sped up next to me and asked what I was doing playing in the mud with the big boys. I look at them and said its cause I don't need a tonka truck. They drove off in a huff.