In the course of packing up all my crap this evening, I ran out of packing tape. The Walgreen's within walking distance of me closed at 9 so I borrowed my roommate Lee's busted ass '91 Accord that leaks coolant all over the place among other assorted issues. I drove to the 24-hour Walgreen's, got my tape, and was driving back--just when I spotted the perfect targets. There was a teal EF hatch with altezzas, a canister-style muffler welded on to the stock piping and on the wrong side of the bumper, bouncing around on stiff springs and stock shocks, 13" steelies, and 5" monster tach. There was also a black EJ coupe with tezzas, Motegis, etc...probably a kid with a little more money.

So these two kids were fucking around with each other and then the coupe turned off onto a side street. I pulled up next to the unsuspecting EF to find the ricer in full pimp lean, with his ugly powhitetrash gf riding shotgun and his ricer buddy in the back seat. I grinned a big shit eating grin and stuck the thumb down out the window. The ricers took a moment to digest this information and when they finally realized that I was saying their car sucked they got real pissed. The first thing they said was,

"You're in the wrong state buddy!"

Because Lee is from NY and has NY plates on his car. To this, I replied with another big dumb grin and a thumb down. The ricer downshifted and farted his fart can but couldn't really accelerate much with all 92 hp towing around three people. I just cruised along. Then he decided he wasn't done and came back for more. His ugly girlfriend started yelling some random shit at me but I didn't really pay attention. I stuck out the thumb down again. Then the ricer yelled to me,

"I'm not gonna waste my game on you!"

I grinned and gave another thumb down. Didn't say anything, just a big dumb grin and a thumb down. Who knew you could get such a fun reaction out of ricers like that?

Man just the thought of being able to do this all the time makes me want to take out a loan.