About a few weeks ago i had a ricer pack come up on me, you know cuttin infront of me almost hitting me kinda deal, one was a corolla with black rims and a tin can, a civic with the same stuff, and a mitsu lancer not an evo. well the last one in the pack had like a 2003 civic with the rims and a fart can the kid had the hat backward seat leanin waaaay back, this all takes place on a winding two lane road. it starts off im just starting off from a light slowly gettin up to 50mph, most of the pack comes flyin past me and the last guy came up on my rear fast and switches lanes almost hitting my rear and tried to pass me but there was a chevy truck in the other lane running slower so he had to jump back behind me. of course he is RIDING MY AZZ i mean reall close i could have hit the brakes and anialated(sp) his car, so my first reaction is to put it in 5th gear at 35mph and lug the crap out of it. as youd guess i absolutely covered the kids ricer in smoke and of course aallll his windows were down!
well we both pass the chevy and he pops back out next to me and tries to pass, well im up for some fun so i downshift into 4th doin about 50mph and put the hammer down so i can stay with him, then right after he downshifts tryin to keep up with me! all i hear is (ricer sound effects) waaa-wa-WAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! we were both runnin side by side and he couldnt pull on me at all! well i look down and im doin almost 70mph so i back off ive had my fun dont want a ticket and let him go. btw the kid wouldnt even look at me.
well my adrenaline was still pumpin so i stay far back and continue down the road behind the pack. my turn comes up and i decide eh im gonna go mess with them a little more so i keep straight. when i get back up to them we start to enter the city so traffic backed up. well the way it worked out i passed the kid i raced and got in the middle of there little pack blowin smoke everywhere. to keep up with the rest the kid had to change lanes and ended up behind me again so i put it back in 5th just lettin him have it all. this occured multiple times bc he would keep tryin to get around me and always had to get right back. when the traffic broke loose so did the ricers and i kept right up with them which i was impressed by because this truck aint no hot rod. i then realized i had gone like 5 miles past where i was tryin to go and decided i had enough fun so i turned around and went home. man that was an exciting evening!!!!
sorry for the looooong post but i just cant stand those d@mn ricers (friends call em "oombaaahs") especially when they get reckless.