So anyway, me and my buddy Tony were out driving tonight looking for a few races. Nothing so far, not too interesting until we see this completely riced out 240SX on 75th street. I pass him and Tony yells "RICER!!!", now I know he heard us, because his windows were down. I slowed down a little so he would catch up more, but he stayed back so he wouldn't be next to me. <_<
So I changed lanes in front of him, and Tony started to video tape. He stayed far behind, and then I basically stopped dead, and he merged over to take a right onto Lemont. I got right behind him, he had big green rims on, fart cannon, and a wing. We eventually got a talk with him in the White Castle parking lot. We asked if he was interested in racing, but typical ricer excuse that his clutch was fucked, as well as claiming that he would kill me in a race spoiled my chance. Fucking ricer. All show and no go.
I'm uploading the video onto YouTube as we speak, so I'll post the link as soon as its done.
So I changed lanes in front of him, and Tony started to video tape. He stayed far behind, and then I basically stopped dead, and he merged over to take a right onto Lemont. I got right behind him, he had big green rims on, fart cannon, and a wing. We eventually got a talk with him in the White Castle parking lot. We asked if he was interested in racing, but typical ricer excuse that his clutch was fucked, as well as claiming that he would kill me in a race spoiled my chance. Fucking ricer. All show and no go.
I'm uploading the video onto YouTube as we speak, so I'll post the link as soon as its done.