There are few things in this world that can describe a Ricer. So many of them exist, yet they live in denial... .. denial of what they have become. Ready to run anyone, anywhere, at anytime. Even if they are in a '87 prelude, all 110 hp of fury being unleashed. Driven by a belief that there car is faster than all, unbeatable. Even if its rusted out, falling apart on everyside. It is his baby, and his baby is all he needs. You see them everywhere, or if you can't see, you can hear...the power of SOHC with an exhaust. They dont think you know about there secret weapon, not NOS, not Turbo, but an intake. That extra 7 whp that made their car, a rocketship.
You can see it in there eyes, look out, you dont know what this thing can do...its unbeatable. I've spoken to so many...dodge neons w/ a custom intake along with roof scoop to get that extra cold air... has never lost to anything yet..
I feel fear as I hear that loud exhaust tip he bought at autozone. Wondering, why does he keep staring at me.. and speeding up and then slowing back down next to me. His loud system is blaring over my stock speakers. Me wondering, what does he have to prove?
Perhaps he never had his fathers approval, and now he's out to show everyone else in the 3 lane road, that at this stop light... he is going to win.. he will be #1. No one else may know he is racing, but he doesnt care. They are all opponents, which must be defeated. Grandma in her minivan is going down!