Oakleigh Laps
Every night, especially weekends, a few wogs pile into a turbo, a financed AMG, or any car with a modified exhaust. They zoom up and down Eaton Mall, rev outside Vanilla to show off to the girls, and blast music so loud it wakes the dead.
That VL turbo was doing laps like it had a second life.
They revved outside Vanilla so hard, the girls turned around.
The stereo was so loud, even my dog was dancing.