Back in the day... (I'm old, hear me out) I had a brand-spankers-new Suzuki Swift GTi.
Now, this was still in ye olde times when men were men, and real men drove V8's. Anything else was a 'piece of jap crap rice burner'... Even IF aforementioned riceburner was actually quite a bit quicker than their rusty dinomobile.
Anyway... We'd go out cruising and invariably get hassled my the mouthbreathing mulleteers in their various shitheap V8s. One night a couple of knuckledraggers in a Cortina decided to have a go from the lights, and lost. He didn't like that. Next set of lights her lost again, and REALLY didn't like that. So he decided he wanted to chase me around for a bit.
6 hours.
6 hours I spent with this guy *trying* to catch me. F*ck me it was hilarious. I'd lose him, hide, wait for him to go past, then sneak up behind at great speed with the lights off, (black car, helped for the stealths) blowing past with a little beep beep as I went. Must have done that about 10 times.
I love bogans. So simple, so much amusement.