well its never happened to me till now

Years ago I was driving my friend Arnie home. I had a blue '69 Chargers with Cragars on it. Pretty badass ride. Anyway, Arnie flips and starts hollerin' for me to go back. So I go back for him and see the biggest p.o.s. ever and try to talk him out of it, but he's gotta have this thing, ya know? Like he possessed or something. So he's checkin' out this... car, and I'm talkin' to the owner and he's wearin' this backbrace and ratty looking beard. Old bastard too. Well he tells me his brother loved it and nothing ever came between him and his machine. He died in that car too. Guy called me a shitter! WTF??!! Wierd.