Whimsical thoughts

i've always wondered how those young teens mat rempits that i see hanging out the roadside will look like when they grow up into their 30s.

What replaces their herd mentality? or their propensity for hyena-like laugh? Where do they channel their overflowing energy for (self)-destruction to?

Surely, they would have assimilate into the general population by now, their past invisible to all others by now bar the odd scar on their body (perhaps obtained from a stunt go wrong along Federal Highway)

Then this happened and i realized, they are still around after all, the only differences is... they are dressed nicer.