A Classic Ricer Tale
A Classic Ricer Tale
So I was just out about an hour ago. I ran to my storage unit to grab some things out for work tomorrow. Anyways, I was just rolling in a 45 speed zone listening to some music, minding my own buisness. This late 90's neon R/T slowly creeps up and pretty much sticks with me for about 2 miles. Now I have a OCD when it comes to people either right behind me or right next to me for more than 3 minutes (I'm weird). So I speed up a little to about 55 ( we were now in a 50mph zone) He was back about 2 car lengths and next thing I know I hear his fartcan flagulence get loud and he flys by me "ricer style" I just laugh and continue to roll on untill he slows down, he gets right by me and does a clutch rev. I thought to myself "aw hell, why not put him in his place". So I do a 2nd gear pull and leave him like a bat out of hell........then the next "classic ricer move" that he did was hang way back to avoid embarrasment...... Another lovely Cobalt night
i had a honda honk it off with my ram pick up, so he floored it, so did it, beat him by a **** ton, just to **** with him, i pulled in front and hit the flashers, I felt like a genuine ricer.
The only thing better than TKO'ing rice in my C6 is doing the same in my Silverado.
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