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A bunch of smelly Wogs in their fancy Holden Commodores and Ford Falcons blasting music so loud it wakes the dead, cruising through Oakleigh like they own the place just to show off to hot chicks at the Vanilla Cafe.
My cousin did three Oak Laps just to impress a girl who was eating a sandwich.
I saw a Wog do an Oak Lap so fast, the music nearly broke the cafe windows.
My uncle once did an Oak Lap with the radio so loud, the barista dropped a latte.