Ricer Stories
10-14-2011, 12:00 AM
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Ricer Stories
Alright, I know you all have them. You were all 16-18 at some point in time, and you all went through that ricer stage in car modding. Most of you have also probably had defining moments when you realize street racing and being a ricer is probably not in your best interests for your health or staying out of jail.
My goal here is to have everyone post their "ricer" stories. What are some of the most ridiculous situations you've found yourself in when you were in this stage? What was your most embarrassing mod on your first car? I'm willing to bet some of you had an aluminum wing on whatever cheap car you bought from the mom and pop used car dealership
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Anyway: I like to write stories about my life experiences and share them with my friends. If other folks like yourselves can get some enjoyment out of them, then so be it. My life is an open book. So without further adieu, here is the one defining "ricer" story of my past. Enjoy my stupidity:
Part 1:
*BBBRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!*
"Here comes another one" I thought, standing on the sidewalk watching the only form of entertainment there was on a saturday night in Mansfield.
The sound came from a Honda Civic, about mid 90's I guessed. The obnoxiously loud exhaust filled the night air, interrupting conversations, and sounding like a throng of pissed off bees. The driver, probably around 17, ground the gears badly as he struggled to shift quickly from 1st to 2nd. It was probably the first manual transmission car he'd ever owned, but somehow felt that the gas pedal should never be anywhere but pressed firmly to the floor, and that the louder he could make his exhaust, the faster his rusted 110 HP car was.
"TAKE THAT PIECE OF **** HOME!!" I screamed as he flew by, flipping him off. Not that I had much room to speak, I did drive a Cavalier, but at least I didn't have the mentality that my car was gods gift to the Fast and the Furious. I hated that movie not only because Paul Walker is a shitty actor, but because when it came out every teenager had to have a Honda with an Autozone 'performance' muffler stuck on their car with superglue, with tacky painted interior and flame stickers on their doors. Instead of buying quality parts that would actually increase the performance of their shitbox, they would instead go out and buy useless trinkets from their nearest pep boys, slap some wal-mart subs in their trunk, and then think they were hot ****.
We were on Park Avenue. The "Miracle Mile" as it's called, was actually one of the biggest spots in ohio for cruising back in the muscle car days. Classic, shiny cars with large gas-guzzling powerful engines once ruled the street back then. 30 years later it was reduced to teenagers in their hand-me-down cars driving like ********. Unfortunately I wasn't much of an exception.
At 1am, the streets were mostly empty. The Cousin and I decide to have a go down the strip. The last run of the night. I climb into my 97 Cavalier with a measly 115 horsepower, my buddy climbs in with me. I can feel the adrenaline begin to seep into my veins as I pull out into the road beside my cousins car and step on the gas.
Few things in this world will give you a rush like street racing does.
My goal here is to have everyone post their "ricer" stories. What are some of the most ridiculous situations you've found yourself in when you were in this stage? What was your most embarrassing mod on your first car? I'm willing to bet some of you had an aluminum wing on whatever cheap car you bought from the mom and pop used car dealership
.Anyway: I like to write stories about my life experiences and share them with my friends. If other folks like yourselves can get some enjoyment out of them, then so be it. My life is an open book. So without further adieu, here is the one defining "ricer" story of my past. Enjoy my stupidity:
Part 1:
*BBBRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!*
"Here comes another one" I thought, standing on the sidewalk watching the only form of entertainment there was on a saturday night in Mansfield.
The sound came from a Honda Civic, about mid 90's I guessed. The obnoxiously loud exhaust filled the night air, interrupting conversations, and sounding like a throng of pissed off bees. The driver, probably around 17, ground the gears badly as he struggled to shift quickly from 1st to 2nd. It was probably the first manual transmission car he'd ever owned, but somehow felt that the gas pedal should never be anywhere but pressed firmly to the floor, and that the louder he could make his exhaust, the faster his rusted 110 HP car was.
"TAKE THAT PIECE OF **** HOME!!" I screamed as he flew by, flipping him off. Not that I had much room to speak, I did drive a Cavalier, but at least I didn't have the mentality that my car was gods gift to the Fast and the Furious. I hated that movie not only because Paul Walker is a shitty actor, but because when it came out every teenager had to have a Honda with an Autozone 'performance' muffler stuck on their car with superglue, with tacky painted interior and flame stickers on their doors. Instead of buying quality parts that would actually increase the performance of their shitbox, they would instead go out and buy useless trinkets from their nearest pep boys, slap some wal-mart subs in their trunk, and then think they were hot ****.
We were on Park Avenue. The "Miracle Mile" as it's called, was actually one of the biggest spots in ohio for cruising back in the muscle car days. Classic, shiny cars with large gas-guzzling powerful engines once ruled the street back then. 30 years later it was reduced to teenagers in their hand-me-down cars driving like ********. Unfortunately I wasn't much of an exception.
At 1am, the streets were mostly empty. The Cousin and I decide to have a go down the strip. The last run of the night. I climb into my 97 Cavalier with a measly 115 horsepower, my buddy climbs in with me. I can feel the adrenaline begin to seep into my veins as I pull out into the road beside my cousins car and step on the gas.
Few things in this world will give you a rush like street racing does.
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10-14-2011, 12:00 AM
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"God looks after the fools, as they do not look out for themselves"
"He's gaining on ya!" My buddy yelled, as The Cousin and I redlined our tired cars. My cousin in the right lane, me in the left, were screaming down a mostly empty Park Avenue at 1am, with nothing but green lights in front of us and young stupidity in our brains.
My cousin let off the gas once he had sufficiently beat me. I, however, did not. As I passed him I let off the gas and checked the Speedometer
75mph
In a 40 mph zone.
I checked my rear view mirror to see if my cousin had slowed down any more, only to see red and blue flashing lights about a half a mile behind me, gaining steadily.
I was reminded at that moment, when I was a kid and and accidentally broke something. Running around and playing in the house wasn't against the rules, however it's when you've pushed your luck too far and the consequences of your actions catch up to you, that you immediately realize that you're completely screwed, and there's nothing you can do about it but take your lumps.
Ugly words began to flash through my brain as I began to think of all the nasty consequences I was in for. Words like Exhibition of Speed, Street racing, and Jail.
A strange, new thought crossed my mind in a split second, however: "You're not caught yet!"
In that instant, a better solution presented itself to me. Just ahead was a large hill that I was still coasting up to at a rapid rate of speed. "If I could just get over that hill....."
I did not floor the car, for fear of the cop noticing, I did not slam on the brakes for fear of the cop catching up to me too quickly. I simply 'floated' over the hill. And that's where I saw my window of opportunity: A dark, small alley. As soon as I was over the hill enough to lose sight of the cop that was still at least 100 yards back, I slammed on the brakes.
Tires were screeching as my buddy clutched the dash and I cranked the wheel hard to the right, crossed the open lane where my cousin once was and steering the car into the alley, flooring it as soon as I could and killing the lights. We were out of sight just in time, as the cop coasted over the hill behind my cousin who had stopped. No doubt they had seen both of us, and no doubt they would have came after me had they saw where I went.
We pulled out the other end of the alley and made our way back to the strip, driving RIGHT BY my cousin who was still pulled over. It was one of the smarter decisions I've ever made, but luckily nothing happened.
Afterwards, my cousin called me to say he just got a speeding ticket, but was threatened with jail time since 20 over the limit is a prison-worthy offense. I gave some cash to help pay the ticket because I felt bad, but told him to learn how to dip out better.
On the way home, my buddy looked at me and said "Man, I felt like you were that white guy from the fast and the furious, and I was Ludacris!"
Check that, I was no exception whatsoever.
"He's gaining on ya!" My buddy yelled, as The Cousin and I redlined our tired cars. My cousin in the right lane, me in the left, were screaming down a mostly empty Park Avenue at 1am, with nothing but green lights in front of us and young stupidity in our brains.
My cousin let off the gas once he had sufficiently beat me. I, however, did not. As I passed him I let off the gas and checked the Speedometer
75mph
In a 40 mph zone.
I checked my rear view mirror to see if my cousin had slowed down any more, only to see red and blue flashing lights about a half a mile behind me, gaining steadily.
I was reminded at that moment, when I was a kid and and accidentally broke something. Running around and playing in the house wasn't against the rules, however it's when you've pushed your luck too far and the consequences of your actions catch up to you, that you immediately realize that you're completely screwed, and there's nothing you can do about it but take your lumps.
Ugly words began to flash through my brain as I began to think of all the nasty consequences I was in for. Words like Exhibition of Speed, Street racing, and Jail.
A strange, new thought crossed my mind in a split second, however: "You're not caught yet!"
In that instant, a better solution presented itself to me. Just ahead was a large hill that I was still coasting up to at a rapid rate of speed. "If I could just get over that hill....."
I did not floor the car, for fear of the cop noticing, I did not slam on the brakes for fear of the cop catching up to me too quickly. I simply 'floated' over the hill. And that's where I saw my window of opportunity: A dark, small alley. As soon as I was over the hill enough to lose sight of the cop that was still at least 100 yards back, I slammed on the brakes.
Tires were screeching as my buddy clutched the dash and I cranked the wheel hard to the right, crossed the open lane where my cousin once was and steering the car into the alley, flooring it as soon as I could and killing the lights. We were out of sight just in time, as the cop coasted over the hill behind my cousin who had stopped. No doubt they had seen both of us, and no doubt they would have came after me had they saw where I went.
We pulled out the other end of the alley and made our way back to the strip, driving RIGHT BY my cousin who was still pulled over. It was one of the smarter decisions I've ever made, but luckily nothing happened.
Afterwards, my cousin called me to say he just got a speeding ticket, but was threatened with jail time since 20 over the limit is a prison-worthy offense. I gave some cash to help pay the ticket because I felt bad, but told him to learn how to dip out better.
On the way home, my buddy looked at me and said "Man, I felt like you were that white guy from the fast and the furious, and I was Ludacris!"
Check that, I was no exception whatsoever.
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10-14-2011, 12:26 AM
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16-18? Puts me at 1982-85. CRX was just being released when I graduated high school. I remember going to Williamson Honda my freshman year in college and seeing a brand new CRX HF in the showroom for $5999. They were only available in blue/grey or white/grey. Fancy colors like red, black and yellow had to wait a couple of years.
So no, no ricer stories for me as there was no rice then. There was a few Honda 600's and CVCC civics but people just drove them as the POS cars that they were and they were not riced.
So no, no ricer stories for me as there was no rice then. There was a few Honda 600's and CVCC civics but people just drove them as the POS cars that they were and they were not riced.
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10-14-2011, 12:30 AM
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I don't have many stories, but my first mod that was stupid, was my blue LED windshield washer sprayer nozzles 
I actually got my only other ticket off of those, impersonating an officer. Seriously, 2 tiny blue LEDs and I'm trying to be a cop? I'm also very proud of my AEM CAI and the AEM stickers I put on my side windows in my super awesome '91 Accord. Everyone knows those are performance cars and to not **** with them. I finally started to become wise about cars when I maybe turned 17ish and realized I had been being a stupid douche. Then I got my Prelude and began tasteful ricing.
I actually got my only other ticket off of those, impersonating an officer. Seriously, 2 tiny blue LEDs and I'm trying to be a cop? I'm also very proud of my AEM CAI and the AEM stickers I put on my side windows in my super awesome '91 Accord. Everyone knows those are performance cars and to not **** with them. I finally started to become wise about cars when I maybe turned 17ish and realized I had been being a stupid douche. Then I got my Prelude and began tasteful ricing.
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10-14-2011, 12:30 AM
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Alright, well most of us that are 21-30ish today have ricer days 
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That was such bullshit. I've known people who have gotten in trouble for having those LED washer nozzles. Really, you shouldn't have to get in trouble for them unless they're blinking red/blue.
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I don't have many stories, but my first mod that was stupid, was my blue LED windshield washer sprayer nozzles I actually got my only other ticket off of those, impersonating an officer. Seriously, 2 tiny blue LEDs and I'm trying to be a cop? I'm also very proud of my AEM CAI and the AEM stickers I put on my side windows in my super awesome '91 Accord. Everyone knows those are performance cars and to not **** with them.
I actually got my only other ticket off of those, impersonating an officer. Seriously, 2 tiny blue LEDs and I'm trying to be a cop? I'm also very proud of my AEM CAI and the AEM stickers I put on my side windows in my super awesome '91 Accord. Everyone knows those are performance cars and to not **** with them.
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10-14-2011, 12:44 AM
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I was 16-18 from 2006-2008...and I really can't think of ANY ricer mods on my car. None at all.
Stories...not really any except generally driving like a dick until I was about 19.
One time on a local mountain road, me and a Boxster were sliding around on a rainy morning. This guy had to have been in his mid 40's so I didn't feel too stupid for following in his footsteps.
Stories...not really any except generally driving like a dick until I was about 19.
One time on a local mountain road, me and a Boxster were sliding around on a rainy morning. This guy had to have been in his mid 40's so I didn't feel too stupid for following in his footsteps.
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10-14-2011, 01:16 AM
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I've never been a ricer, but I spent a lot of time around them. All my friends were Honda guys just like you describe, but I had to be different.
First car was a 65 Mustang coupe with a 3 speed and 100hp/170cube inline 6 back in 98 when I first got my license. I had put a Hooker Super Comp muffler on it so it had a nice low tone and sounded pretty good for a 6, but it definitely attracted attention. Word got around that the car was not fast, so suddenly everyone wanted a piece of a Mustang they could possibly beat. Nothing worse than EVERY motherfuck in a Honda revving on you and NOT being able to do anything about it.
Eventually I got tired of being called out by everyone so I picked up a roller 5.0 v8 out of a wrecked 89 or 90 Mustang and stuffed that in the car topped with a 600cfm Holley and backed up by a 3 speed automatic with a B&M shifter and a set of Shelby style Tri-Y headers. Car was suddenly fast as hell and scary as **** all at the same time. I left the steel wheels on it and went with the classic sleeper primer black and grey. I had fun with that car for years... it blew up 2 transmissions and a rear end. Bwahahahaha!!!
I still have a 66 coupe shell sitting in grandpas barn waiting for resurrection, but I've got other projects at the moment.
First car was a 65 Mustang coupe with a 3 speed and 100hp/170cube inline 6 back in 98 when I first got my license. I had put a Hooker Super Comp muffler on it so it had a nice low tone and sounded pretty good for a 6, but it definitely attracted attention. Word got around that the car was not fast, so suddenly everyone wanted a piece of a Mustang they could possibly beat. Nothing worse than EVERY motherfuck in a Honda revving on you and NOT being able to do anything about it.
Eventually I got tired of being called out by everyone so I picked up a roller 5.0 v8 out of a wrecked 89 or 90 Mustang and stuffed that in the car topped with a 600cfm Holley and backed up by a 3 speed automatic with a B&M shifter and a set of Shelby style Tri-Y headers. Car was suddenly fast as hell and scary as **** all at the same time. I left the steel wheels on it and went with the classic sleeper primer black and grey. I had fun with that car for years... it blew up 2 transmissions and a rear end. Bwahahahaha!!!I still have a 66 coupe shell sitting in grandpas barn waiting for resurrection, but I've got other projects at the moment.
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10-14-2011, 01:28 AM
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Hmm.
When I was in this age range, I had a '71 VW Beetle. Not much you can do with that in terms of ricer stores.
I did install a pair of 10" speakers and a decent amplifier in the space behind the rear seat. Alice in Chains never sounded so good (in a Beetle.)
The thief stole my $30 K-mart stereo (with cassette player), but left the amp and speakers.
When I was in this age range, I had a '71 VW Beetle. Not much you can do with that in terms of ricer stores.
I did install a pair of 10" speakers and a decent amplifier in the space behind the rear seat. Alice in Chains never sounded so good (in a Beetle.)
The thief stole my $30 K-mart stereo (with cassette player), but left the amp and speakers.
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10-14-2011, 01:40 AM
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Funny you have a Ranger. My first car was a Ranger. I got real horny to make it like this:
Body kit, lowering springs, all sorts of nonsense. I wanted Cobra wheels real bad, too. I was sure I'd have a real sports car when I'd finished. Luckily my teenage sensibilities were no match for my teenage level of motivation, and it never came to fruition. I didn't shame family.
I never stopped driving like a dick, though.
Body kit, lowering springs, all sorts of nonsense. I wanted Cobra wheels real bad, too. I was sure I'd have a real sports car when I'd finished. Luckily my teenage sensibilities were no match for my teenage level of motivation, and it never came to fruition. I didn't shame family.
I never stopped driving like a dick, though.
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10-14-2011, 01:43 AM
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I have no ricer stories, because when the "ricer" scene hit, I was driving a bitched out 1988 Trans AM GTA. No Jackson racing supercharged intergra could touch it. It was only competition with other V8 cars, which at the time was 5.0's and LT-1 camaros and T/A's. There were a few Stealth's and 3000GT VR4's, but nothing really drastic. It wasn't until LS-1's came out that the scene really changed. I decided to sell that car, because I got to the point where I just had too much into it and I just needed something that made more sense. I was sick of modding a heavy assed 80's car, when I could just go buy a Ram Air LS-1 T/A and put a few bolt on's and run low 12's. I just needed something that made sense for me.
Then I found the Miata.
2 seats, RWD, light weight, geared low, handles like it's on rails, option of top down fun in the summer, much aftermarket availability, etc.
and here I am.
Then I found the Miata.
2 seats, RWD, light weight, geared low, handles like it's on rails, option of top down fun in the summer, much aftermarket availability, etc.
and here I am.
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10-14-2011, 01:47 AM
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Never really been a ricer.
53 GMC truck
96 Z71
69 Firebird Conv
97 Camaro Z28.
Kinda always had domestics
Had a beater honda I used to try and be a ricer in, tried to race everything from porsches to cavaliers in a year of driving I never got one bite. I would do a 5K clutch dump at every light, use to just beat the daylights out of it and unlike all my domestics Ive beaten, it died. Then I let my friend kick the quarter panel for fun and told my brother if he wanted it bring the trailer.
I did live vicariously through a friend who was a big ricer at one point. Scion tC, loud *** intake and loud *** exhaust he used to race EVERYTHING. Watched him walk a SN95 GT, 3 times back to back, It was a sad day for domestics all around. Then we turboed it and it was actually quick and it was a very clean car. I didnt think it was possible but after hat he raced even more.
He since has seen the light and bought a 06 Chevy Silverado 4.8L. Yanked the 4.8 and installed a cammed 5.7 from an 02 LS1 and the T56. It is a bad *** sleeper nowadays. Quite as hell because of the corsa but absolutely screams up top, the 4.56s make it mean from a dig to.
53 GMC truck
96 Z71
69 Firebird Conv
97 Camaro Z28.
Kinda always had domestics
Had a beater honda I used to try and be a ricer in, tried to race everything from porsches to cavaliers in a year of driving I never got one bite. I would do a 5K clutch dump at every light, use to just beat the daylights out of it and unlike all my domestics Ive beaten, it died. Then I let my friend kick the quarter panel for fun and told my brother if he wanted it bring the trailer.
I did live vicariously through a friend who was a big ricer at one point. Scion tC, loud *** intake and loud *** exhaust he used to race EVERYTHING. Watched him walk a SN95 GT, 3 times back to back, It was a sad day for domestics all around. Then we turboed it and it was actually quick and it was a very clean car. I didnt think it was possible but after hat he raced even more.
He since has seen the light and bought a 06 Chevy Silverado 4.8L. Yanked the 4.8 and installed a cammed 5.7 from an 02 LS1 and the T56. It is a bad *** sleeper nowadays. Quite as hell because of the corsa but absolutely screams up top, the 4.56s make it mean from a dig to.
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10-14-2011, 03:54 AM
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I (thankfully) outgrew my ricer phase before I was old enough to own a car. My first car, purchased with money that I earned working at my local hardware store after school, is the same one that's in my signature today.
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10-14-2011, 09:20 AM
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Okay, I'll admit it. I was a HUGE ricer. Started with a 95 escort (first car). I cut the springs, put stupid looking 17 inch wheels on it (which made it slower) put a big shopping-car-handle-looking red wing (car was black) on it and had various stereo equipment. Then someone t-boned it and it was totalled so I bought a 89 crx si that a buddy had put a 1.6 DOHC motor in. It had the fugly wings west kit, complete with wing and wheels and everything and I thought I was hot **** going around racing everyone in it. I finally got tires of fixing things that broke on it and traded it for a 86 E30. The rest is history.
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10-14-2011, 12:47 PM
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I never got more ricer than installing 17" wheels.
My first car just had hubcaps and a big sub box built by me and filled with flea market grade subs.
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10-14-2011, 08:41 PM
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The rice-iest thing I ever put on a car was the FM cowl intake I bought for the miata back in high school. But I did race everything and drove like an ******* all the time. It's a wonder I didn't get into a wreck with how many times I spun out in traffic. Once I started autocrossing I cooled down a bit, though. It took the fun out of pushing it on the street because I couldn't push it as hard as I did on the autox courses. And now I don't drive like an ******* because it can have consequences that are farther reaching than in the past -- I would not enjoy getting "counseled" by my chain of command for wreckless driving, etc.
Funniest ricer story I have though is when I raced a completely kitted-out, slammed, noisy, and slow civic. This 2 door civic had a huge wing, ground effects all over, and neither the front or rear bumper was painted. But Mr. Civic had his lady friend with him and he wasn't about to let the dude who pulled up next to him in the stock miata show him up.
The light turns green and I immediately get the jump. Now, I should mention that the intersection we're at is two 4 lane roads intersecting. It's big, and because I lived up in Wisconsin, the freezing/unfreezing cycles had made it bumpy. Very bumpy. I had gotten about 3/4 of the way across the intersection when I heard this godawful scrape and crunch. It wasn't my car, I was pretty sure, because I was already past the bumpy part. Whatever, I stayed in it for 1/2 the block and maybe hit 45mph. Because I was faaaast. I had put a car on this guy, maybe more. I let off. The race was over and I had to make a quick right to get to best buy anyways.
But wait, I still heard that godawful scraping sound. Could it be...yes, yes it could! Mr. Civic was dragging his bodykit along the ground behind me! And as I was turning his lady friend leaned all the way out the window to give me the bird with both hands -- I felt honored and almost hit two cars as I went to park because I was laughing so hard. I had tears in my eyes. I walked into best buy laughing my *** off.
I came out of the store about 10 minutes later, new cd in hand, ready to rock out and drive home. But wait, in the bank parking lot across the street is Mr. Civic. Uh-oh. Wait a second. No way....also in the parking lot was Mr. Grand Chute Police Department. Uh-oh. So I lean against the miata and wait. They didn't see me, cool. I wait for about five minutes and see Mr. Grand Chute PD hand Mr. Civic a ticket! Hahaha! This is so awesome! I wait for the cop to leave and get in my car, driving their way. They see me. I get four middle fingers. I feel even more honored. I put my arms up in a "who, me?" gesture. I laugh, smile, and wave goodbye. Best. Race. Ever.
TLDR; Ricer gets owned, I change tense in my story, demonstrating my lack of grammar skillz.
Funniest ricer story I have though is when I raced a completely kitted-out, slammed, noisy, and slow civic. This 2 door civic had a huge wing, ground effects all over, and neither the front or rear bumper was painted. But Mr. Civic had his lady friend with him and he wasn't about to let the dude who pulled up next to him in the stock miata show him up.
The light turns green and I immediately get the jump. Now, I should mention that the intersection we're at is two 4 lane roads intersecting. It's big, and because I lived up in Wisconsin, the freezing/unfreezing cycles had made it bumpy. Very bumpy. I had gotten about 3/4 of the way across the intersection when I heard this godawful scrape and crunch. It wasn't my car, I was pretty sure, because I was already past the bumpy part. Whatever, I stayed in it for 1/2 the block and maybe hit 45mph. Because I was faaaast. I had put a car on this guy, maybe more. I let off. The race was over and I had to make a quick right to get to best buy anyways.
But wait, I still heard that godawful scraping sound. Could it be...yes, yes it could! Mr. Civic was dragging his bodykit along the ground behind me! And as I was turning his lady friend leaned all the way out the window to give me the bird with both hands -- I felt honored and almost hit two cars as I went to park because I was laughing so hard. I had tears in my eyes. I walked into best buy laughing my *** off.
I came out of the store about 10 minutes later, new cd in hand, ready to rock out and drive home. But wait, in the bank parking lot across the street is Mr. Civic. Uh-oh. Wait a second. No way....also in the parking lot was Mr. Grand Chute Police Department. Uh-oh. So I lean against the miata and wait. They didn't see me, cool. I wait for about five minutes and see Mr. Grand Chute PD hand Mr. Civic a ticket! Hahaha! This is so awesome! I wait for the cop to leave and get in my car, driving their way. They see me. I get four middle fingers. I feel even more honored. I put my arms up in a "who, me?" gesture. I laugh, smile, and wave goodbye. Best. Race. Ever.
TLDR; Ricer gets owned, I change tense in my story, demonstrating my lack of grammar skillz.
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10-14-2011, 08:51 PM
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The saddest part of this story is "ThatGuy" lives within a couple of miles of one of the best road courses in America. He could have spent his youthful years hanging out at the track learning the way, instead of wasting his youth on sh*t.
I was never really a ricer but I do have some similar stories about luckily missing out on street racing tickets and run ins with the coppers.
I was never really a ricer but I do have some similar stories about luckily missing out on street racing tickets and run ins with the coppers.
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10-14-2011, 09:20 PM
#20
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I was out running around one night with some friends. We were making a movie or something, so we go to this play ground that has a big circle gravel road and set up and we all go drift around ths huge circle. In 3 big trucks. Well apparently an ex and her new bf were making out at that playground in his car. Well it was dark and we couldnt see him, and he claimed we peppered his car with rocks and dust.
He drove a non turbo eclipse with big unpainted body kits, well he got pissed and told her he was gonna find me and kick my ***. So she called me and told me he was pissed. Me and here are cool so I tell her sorry but If he wants to see me Im over at so and so with Travis and someone else filming for her to tell him.
Later she told me he got all pissed off when I told her where I was and for him to come on. So he drove around for a while acted like he couldnt find me and then took off back to her house in a rage to drop her off and go home for the night. She told hi to slow down he was driving like a jackass and he hit a huge possum and it DESTROYED his front bumper she said there was possum and fiberglass everywhere. I loled.
He drove a non turbo eclipse with big unpainted body kits, well he got pissed and told her he was gonna find me and kick my ***. So she called me and told me he was pissed. Me and here are cool so I tell her sorry but If he wants to see me Im over at so and so with Travis and someone else filming for her to tell him.
Later she told me he got all pissed off when I told her where I was and for him to come on. So he drove around for a while acted like he couldnt find me and then took off back to her house in a rage to drop her off and go home for the night. She told hi to slow down he was driving like a jackass and he hit a huge possum and it DESTROYED his front bumper she said there was possum and fiberglass everywhere. I loled.
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