There are some obvious questions you ask when buying a car: What kind of gas mileage does it get, what's the warranty, how's the crash test rating, will I hate this color in two months, what will the seats look like covered in cherry Slurpee, no, really, how much do I actually have to pay? But there's one you might miss: Is this car favored by teenage and young adult male street racers? Trust us. If the answer is yes, then say no to the car--unless you are a teenage or young adult male looking to become a street racer. Otherwise you might find yourself being challenged to street races by guys who know more about their car than how to check the oil and trade out the CDs in the disc changer. They'll rev their engine--the international sign for "Eat my dust." Occasionally, if you don't answer back with a rev, they will lift their shirts and press their chests (pasty from spending too much time in their cars cleaning the dash with Armor All and a Q-tip) against the glass--the international sign for "Are you chicken?" (at least that's the G-rated translation... More >>>