My letter to God
 

Sorry God. Today I used my new abilities and skill to do something ricer.

I was minding my own business after I left Taco Bell. At the intersection a guy revved his engine after he spotted me. I ignored him. His girl rolled down the passenger window and laughed at me. I thought :nono: and then :naughty:. I put the clutch in then bang bang bang bang bang. Dirt and shit came out of the side skirts on their car I :giggle:. When the light turned green the man took off weaving through traffic and shit. All for nothing by the way, he got another red light. My bad.

p.s. Lately I've noticed people "trying" me more than usual. Give me the strength.

Take care of it pussy, and videotaped it.

When the tune is worthy. I might defy a bitch.

What was he driving? If it was an orange supra with a body kit, you woulda been hosed.

Dear God,

If I was truly created in your image, then I am God.

Thank you.

Nothing makes me feel better than someone revving at me or trying to act cool to impress me, with me knowing that they are wasting their time revving at a 100whp basically stock Miata. :giggle: They speed away with a mean mug, and I just drive away like I never noticed them.

You need to do something about that :giggle:

In time. I guess it is sort of false advertisement having the MT sticker on the rear glass, and a roll bar, which we all know makes everyone think you drive a raw fucking race car!!! RACE CAR!!! :skid::firedevil

I am doing something about mine when i take a little leave...... MWuahaha ha.

My car doesn't attract ANY attention whatsoever. Maybe it's the faded paint on half the car?

Wow. :inout:

did it make so much sense it blew your mind? You continue living in fear; I'll continue creating, inventing, and manipulating.

Seriously you never said what was the other guy driving.

I am so afraid of being a poser/ricer that I won't make any significant appearance mods until I have a significant power increase to back it up. All show and no go is for pussies. It always has been. Spend your first dollar on engine management and a turbo and not on rimzz and stance and led washer squirterz. :)

It was a Jeep SRT-8. That shit would smoke the f out of me. :giggle: Well until I get my radiator!

Yep, those things get out of the hole VERY fast.

the Care Bears taught me two things:
1) god is not real
2) sharing means caring

sharing doesn't mean caring if it means that you'll go into ruins.

So there's God, Jesus, and the Holy Ghost.

Don't forget Zeus and Hercules.

Hercules was only a Demigod. Percy Jackson taught me that.

Shiat! It's all bout dem remz homie. My car is slow, and I know it. Only "appearance mods" I have are the wheels and the MT stickers, if you want to call that a mod, or appearance related, yet I still get people messing with me all the time. I had a fun time listening to two ricers talk about their cars in my math class earlier. They are both turbo (a Sentra and a shitty Jetta :ugh2:), so more than I have right now, but you could tell both of them were in the ricer category based on their conversation which was about how fast they were to "a buck twenty", their speed limiters, breaking welds on a unibody, so "a car with a frame is the only good car for drag racing", their buddies car that would do a wheel stand all the way through 3rd at the street races... :facepalm: I sat and kept my mouth shut and tried not to crack up.

You determine your own fate not me. You will never be won via Internetz I can tell you that. It’s your choice.

No fear here...

I'd love to be a fly on the wall for that conversation. Too bad you didn't record it.

I've seen one do a low 10 at the track. It raced the UTCC 300c from Virginia I think, also FAST.

I say tires, suspension and brakes first, then add the powah. If you have any money left, you should save it to go on a cruise.

I should clarify: function before form.
I actually put the Hawks and RS2s on the car first, but that's because everything was badly worn when I bought the car. I'm trying to get the hardware sorted to install the nearly new Bilsteins I just picked up on CL. Maintenance stuff first to prepare for the turbo, not bodykits and fart cans.

Wouldn't have to be a fly on the wall, they were yelling across the class at each other for 15 minutes before the class started. Not only was their conversation awesome, but they wanted people to hear how awesome they were. The guy with the Jetta actually said he was 7-0 at the street races, said he beat some B18 Integras, some other typical ricer cars, or cars usually of topic with ricers. I had to turn my head at that comment so I could smile.

I had just had to update this story. I got a good laugh out of them today while we were waiting in the hallway at school for a class to let out from a test. Apparently the one with the Sentra is "burning through clutches like weed" and has gone through 5 in 80k miles, and his car sounds mean when he hits VTEC (of course, not on a Sentra, some other kind of variable valve timing. He also has to fight torque steer with his wrong wheel drive shit mobile, and said he spins through 3rd and nearly hits mailboxes (shouldn't be doing that in an area with mailboxes anyway, and that might be the cause for his clutch wear) and he has ripped the right side suspension out by hitting a curb from driving like a douche. :facepalm: I just stood there smirking and trying to not laugh in their faces. Both of them still try and fuck with me any time they see me on the road, and I have never spoken to either nor have I ever driven aggressively around them. They must have penis envy for my 100hp fag mobile.

I think everyone has those fags in their life. I know I do, at least every other semester.

Once I hit the bang bang in the parking lot so they wet their pants. Guess who weaved in and out of traffic to follow me.

that makes me elOel!

No one really fucks with me :dunno:
Well, it seems like the expensive cars like to...but the ricers never do....

bang bang bang? launch control?

I was at a store last night, and some shady lookin "homie" came up to my ride while I had the hood popped, to turn the boost controller down... and the first things that came out of his mouth...

"DAAMNNNN... is that a turbo, bro? Shiieett, I am currently want to put one in my CIVIC over there *he points to a POS*." and then goes "...I bet there is alot of money that has gone into this, huh?" My spidy senses tingled and a quick reply came out of my mouth like this... "Nah, the real money goes into the GPS tracking alarm system, and the concealed .45 semi-auto thats uder this sweatshirt."


He said after "ahhh, well nice ride but I gotta roll."

Reno. Everyone has a gun, except idiot criminals.

Speaking from personal experience this is the type of response that you need to have whenever anyone is thinking of fucking with you. Be aggressive in a positive assertive fashion and let them know that you will harm them if they try to harm you. Many thugs and bullies just predate upon the weak, the vulnerable, and most of all those that will just roll over and not even try to fight back. Even a badass wants as little trouble as possible and doesn't want to get hurt.

Fuel Cut!

100% bullsh....true

The findings of a study were shared with us during the class portion of the CHL program. They showed video of random people walking down the street to convicts who had a history of armed robbery, and asked them to identify who they would try and hold up, and who they wouldn't.

Turns out things like size, sex, or dress had nothing to do with it. They usually stayed away from ANYONE that carried themselves confidently and looked alert. This is why they tell you to be aware of your surroundings, not just to identify threats, but because it also identifies you to them as someone that is paying attention, and with whom they'll lose the element of surprise and position.

Crooks do prey on the weak. Never be timid or unsure when approached. Have an answer ready, and be assertive. People will leave you alone.

Years ago before I ever even owned a handgun I was at a shady gas station when approached by someone who supposedly wanted a ride. He kept asking me why I was there, where I was going, all the way to whose car it was.

I answered firmly and directly, and continued to change body positions when it appeared he was trying to work his way between me and the driver's side door. Some things I told him were none of his business, and then got to the point where I told him to get out of my space because I was conducting a transaction, and that I'd pick him up in front of the store where lit if I wanted to give him a ride.

I did give him a ride to where he was asking, since I was feeling charitable that day, and it was on the way. I kept looking directly at him every time he spoke and nearly shouting my replies at him. He must have decided I wasn't an easy target, because when I dropped him off at his supposed place of hire, he waited till I pulled away, then walked right back to the street.

Try driving a fully caged, gutted Miata around town. It's at least 10x worse.

/\ +1 on that...

OMG I don't want to know that feeling.

Sadly it still doesn't keep people from calling you a fag.

I plan to rev the shit out of my car at the local GT-R in town, and then sit there when he takes off and see if he blows his transmission.