So I went down to the Midas auto shop where i live to talk to a friend who works there, on my way back home i passed this kid in a Riced out civic that seemed to be louder than my car was when i had an open downpipe during my exhaust work. Anyway, next stoplight i just go normally off of it and he tries to do a ricer fly-by on me so i hammered it and blew his doors off, watching him shift was F'in hilarious too i happened to look over and it looked like he was trying to pull start a weedeater. then at the next stoplight we went from a dig and i absoloutely owned his ass, by 4-5 cars at least, and then when i slowed down he did a ricer flyby and flipped me off, all i could do was love myself for pissing him off
Originally Posted by Bio248
