So I am on my way to work at around 8:45 this morning. I'm on 23 and i am driving past Chuck E Cheese and i see a blue RSX in front of me...Fart can, carbon fiber hood, cai, evo spoiler...ur basic ricer. He must have seen me and sped up and my guess was going around 90 mph. I see he stops at the light right in front of Wayne Lincoln Mercury and i pull up next to him on the left lane... he's in the middle lane. I look over at him and he says, and i quote, "Wanna race a little bit?" I reply, "There is usually a cop down at that end."(having been busted there TWICE before). And he says, "Really?" So I said, "Whatever you want to do man." He quickly says, "First one to 80(mph)." I nod and we line up.
I turn off the traction control, and bring it up to about 1000 rpm. He's reving high as hell. Light turns green, and we go. My car hooks the best I have ever seen...little chirp, hooked quickly. I put a car on him by the time I shift to second. I had about three cars at about 85 mph. So ipull in front of him, turn on the hazards, and stick my arm out and motion him to pass me. He pulls up next to me and I say, "Nice run." He looked pissed and took off. I make the next u-turn and head to work.
Silly ricers...
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