[1993_GT]

On the way home from work tonight I had a easy race with a Mitsubishi Eclispe GSX. The car appeared stock except for the fart pipe, wing and the huge tach inside his car. His back window had a picture of this little guy pissing on the word domestics. The car was clean and looked fairly tame by ricer standards. Here is how it went down...

Driving home on one of the back roads I use to avoid the traffic, I heard this loud fart pipe ricer come roaring up on me. As he passed me he hammered it hoping I would bite. I ignored him at first then the dude slows down to the same speed I was driving, which was about 35 MPH... He would goose it a little, I still ignored him. After about the third time of doing this I had enough. I drop it down to third and get on it. The race was pretty much over by the time I shifted to fourth as the Eclispse was atleast two to three car lengths behind me. So I shut it down as I pretty well made my statement loud and clear to him. That being "I was not going to be taken by a ricer this day. "

So we slow to a stop at the light and he pulls up next to me. He did not say a word just reved his RPMs and I said to myself, this guy has got to be kidding I just handed him his backside from a 35mph roll and he wanted to try me from a dead stop. Man Ricers just have no brains... or this guy just liked to be embarassed...

The light turned green I popped the clutch spun the tires pretty well and it was on... I beat him off the line and he hung with me through second until I shifted to third and left him with little trouble... By the time I shut it down at about 100 mph he was well behind me... He slows and pulls and I see in my rear view mirror he decides to make a U turn and head back the way we came. So it was not much of a race for me.... Beat him from a roll and beat him from a stand still... Ricer goes down...