I'm sitting at a stop light, and a ricer pulls to a stop along side of me and blips the throttle twice. As I'm turning my head to see his big , I notice a state trooper coming to a stop at the next intersection - maybe 100 yards (if that) down the street. Normally, my turning my head toward the sudden sound would just be a reflex and seeing the ricer and his , I'd turn my face to the road ahead and not give him another thought. But, the wheels in my head quickly put together a plan...I gave the ricer a back and out of the corner of my eye I could see the trooper just reaching the stop sign and stopping, but I kept looking at the ricer - holding is gaze as the light turned green.
The little ricer engine (sounding like a run-away lawnmower) wound up and the guy dumps the clutch. A little chirp was uttered by the front tires as the runaway lawnmower engine strained to muster some torque. The ricer guy was still looking at me; wild-eyed now (is that his tongue hanging out of the corner of his mouth??) that he got me on a "hole shot". The street was empty behind me (early morning), so I just sat there watching the show and what was about to happen.
You know the rest. It was like a fly doing a bullseye in the center of a spider's web. I casually pulled into low gear and sauntered by with a big grin on my face. I didn't think I'd catch the ricer's eyes as I went by, as he seem to be a little stressed now for some reason, but I did. The look he shot at me was...priceless!!
Just thought my Vette friends would enjoy a smile this morning!
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Last edited by Paul Workman; 11-10-2007 at 08:57 AM.
I can hear the ricer now..
"Officer the guy in the vette started it....he wanted to race...why didn't you stop him too?"
" Let's see your license and insurance card....Son don't you know what a "ZR-1" is?......LOL"
Priceless!!!!!
Don't mean to steal your thread, but I have a similar story.
I was cruising around town in my camaro and I stopped at a light next to a riced out civic.
He was in the left turn lane and I was in the lane just right of him that went straight. He started to rev his engine at me and I wasn't sure why since he was in the turning lane.
When the light turns green he floors it and I casually accelerate, not trying to race him. HE KEEPS going straight and did not turn, I think he got caught up in racing and he did not see the concrete median coming up in front of him.
All of the sudden he smashes into this median ripping his low front ground effect right off. All I could do was laugh at this idiot ricer.
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NOT a kill story, but even better...
, I notice a state trooper coming to a stop at the next intersection - maybe 100 yards (if that) down the street. Normally, my turning my head toward the sudden sound would just be a reflex and seeing the ricer and his 
watching the show and what was about to happen.
It was like a fly doing a bullseye in the center of a spider's web. I casually pulled into low gear and sauntered by with a big grin on my face. I didn't think I'd catch the ricer's eyes as I went by, as he seem to be a little stressed now for some reason, but I did. The look he shot at me was...priceless!!
Poor ricer. 
