Funny story, when will these ricers learn

riperoo · 07-17-2008, 07:18 PM

so tooling home from work, just chillin, driving on a road called Street road (yeah we are real inventive over here in eastern PA), but anyone that knows it will appreciate it, it is a commuter 4 lane, lots of lights, lots of cops, you just do your time till you make it to where you are going, so I am driving, minding my own biz, listening to tunes and unwinding, so out of the corner of my eye i see this car coming up, guy was in the fast lane, could easily blow by, anyway gets head to head and slows down, look over and I see this little kid, maybe 19, sideways hat, wife beater tee, the barely beard, well he is pretty much sitting in his pasenger seat eyeballing me. Probably can't even see me with the tint in my windows, I give him a look and then just toattaly zone him out, any way he starts doing all these theatrics with his little ricer fart machine, weaving in and out of cars, falling behind me, pulling ahead, all the time I am just hanging, ain't worth a ticket to mess with this idiiot in traffic, well we keep tooling up the road in each others general vicinity, finally we come to a light where we are both the first cars, he sits next to me revving away, put put put, farting little ricer, light turns green, i slam it, drop him like the ugly chick at the prom. I immediately pull up on the throttle, it is rush hour on a busy road, and he farts in to the sunset and i keep jammin. Well, about 4 hours later, I was heading home once again from further north on the same road, but now it is 8 oclock, traffic much lighter, got the windows open, jamming some Kid Rock, all the sudden on my ass is a wicked looking black ricer, guys bolts to my side eyeballs me, and then punches it, just got done with a nice steak dinner and two glasses of Merlot, and I am mellow, so i let him go, well then on my ass is the same punk from this afternoon, and he is on his cell, look ahead and the black ricer is on his cell too!!!, so now i am getting little torqued, what are they gangin up????, they start doing the theatrics in tandem now, and dodgeing in and out, I still aint takin the bait, we finally get to the perfect stretch, they are both in front of me in the fast lane, I lay it down, smoke them both, I can hear them down shifting and farting up a storm to catch me and of course they can't, my turn comes I pull off and they scream by sounding like angry chainsaws, me, I am laughing all the way home. I will never figure it out, my Mag, as special as she is to me, is still pretty stock, I guess it is the magnaflow hanging out back along with their beautiful rumble that sets folks off. Any way thought I'd share, can't even call it a kill, it is like fishing in a barrel.

**MagWag** · 07-17-2008, 07:23 PM

fish in a barrel still tastes like fish to me!

1sickmag · 07-17-2008, 07:24 PM

Silly Ricers!! They will never learn!! Why do they even try! Damn and you've got an R/T I want them with my SXT

krewkut125 · 07-17-2008, 08:46 PM

LOL, great story! Got to love the ricers...lol

gomojo31 · 07-17-2008, 08:58 PM

hahahaha, that was entertaining

MRMAGNM · 07-17-2008, 09:13 PM

Great story if i was your child i would tell you to "read it again read it again" lol I get that alot in VA and when i first got my car i would gladly give it to all comers but now i just look over at them and laugh and keep it movin.