I'll try again
My stroker is pretty much stock. I can't generate smoke if I try.
So, I'm headed back from lunch today, with a full belly, sippin' an iced tea. Out the rear slider I hear the loud thumping rhythm and offensive language of #rap. I had just missed a green light and was in for a long delay. In the next lane and just behind, pulls up an 80's Buick Regal on the smallest tires I've ever seen on a full sized car. The driver is holding tight to the steering wheel with the seat back in almost full recline position. The #rap is blasting and his head is bobbin' like it's on a spring. We all know that this guys sole purpose in life is to get people to notice and look at him. Well, I figure I've got two minutes to listen to his #rap, and it's buggin' me. I can't make smoke, but I can make some obnoxious fumes. So I power brake to about 1500 rpm with my stock tail pipe aimed right at his open window. If he rolls it up, nobody will notice him, and he doesn't want that. So he's waiving his arm like he can chase away the noxious smell. I see in my side view mirror that I've got his attention. I know I'm putting a load on my trans, but I can't stop. I'm laughing, and he's waiving. The light turns green, and I plant the loud pedal. I eased off and let him pull up next to me. I've got tears running down my cheeks from laughter and he's giving me the finger and the stink eye.
I've never done this before, but I now have my weapon of choice.