I've always said it... give credit where credit is due. While 99% of the goofballs with 4 foot spoilers and fart can exhausts have no idea what a real car is... there is a small minority of ricers that are legitimate competitors. I finally encountered one yesterday. He was driving some sort of Civic hatchback -- not the Si or a CRX -- something else. He and another ricer were right next to each other at a stop sign, when the other moron started revving his weed-whacker motor and did a burnout to taunt this guy. Well, the idiot turned away and I pulled into traffic right next to the other guy. We played around a little bit until we found open road. He was behind me, at about 45 mph, I heard him wind up, and he went to the left lane to get a run on me. As soon as he pulled even, I went down to second gear, and to my amazement, he stayed with me. It wasn't until I went to third gear that I started to pull away from him. When we backed down we were around 100, and I had about 1 car length on him. Granted he had a run on me to begin with, but if I had to guess... I'd say that if we ran next to each other at the strip, this guy would only lose by about 2 or 3 car lengths... putting him in the mid 13's.
We both looked at each other smiling, appreciating the competition afterwards. Not only was his car the real deal, but he wasn't a jerk either like some of the other ricers who get really ticked off when they realize their 4-foot wing didn't add as much horsepower as they thought it would. It was nice to see someone who had a clue what he was doing
We both looked at each other smiling, appreciating the competition afterwards. Not only was his car the real deal, but he wasn't a jerk either like some of the other ricers who get really ticked off when they realize their 4-foot wing didn't add as much horsepower as they thought it would. It was nice to see someone who had a clue what he was doing
I distictly remember this one 86 yellow convertible Vette. As I ripped through the gears, I could see the horrified look on his face as I pulled on him. We get stuck at the next light together and he starts ragging on my ride, yelling obcenities, etc. So when the light turned, I handed him his butt again.









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