We were sitting at a stop light and this old, multi-color Dodge Omni with what sounded like no exhaust pulls up next to us slowly trying to edge around us to turn right when there wasn't actually a right hand turn lane. A guy that looked to be mid 40s was driving with a cigarette hanging from his lips. He had a big 5" tach mounted on the dash and the dashboard in front of the passenger had 4 gauges mounted in it. My immediate reaction was hysterical laughter at this poor guy and his car that clearly had more $$$$ in gauges installed on it than it was worth when new. After my laughter subsided the light went green and he was able to continue pulling forward. Then I caught a glimpse of the back end, Dodge Omni GLH Turbo. It was about that time that the car disappeared north bound in an extreme furry of turbo whistle, pshhhhhhhh, shift, turbo whistle, psshhhhhh, shift, turbo whistle. I hereby rescind my hysterical laughter to you Mr. Unknown middle age man with a Marlboro hanging from your lips, your Omni clearly wasn't a beater. I like my crow with BBQ sauce.