lyonsd
Active Member
- Joined
- May 24, 2001
Ricers. 
OK, there was was, minding my own business on my way home from Reynolds. I-85 N near Suwanee was backed up because of constructions. There were these two riced out Celicas with newcelica.org stickers, farts pipes, and oversized wings. Behind them was a red civic, not as riced out. But it had some kind of body kit and gave it a boxy look like a BMW.
At this point, the traffic was at a crawl. I was in the far right lane and the ricers were in the one to my immediate left. My lane on average was going faster, so I passed them. The passenger in one of the Celicas gave me a thumbs up and and took some pictures of my car.
So the traffic eventually clears up. I make it to "clear roads ahead" long before the ricers because I am a lot smarter than ricers and know how to pick faster lanes better than they do. Not that I was trying to "beat" them or anything, I was just trying to get through the mess.
So I'm cruising along and I-985 and figured that's that last I'd ever see of those ricers.
I've got the cruise set to 75 or so, and am passing another motorist. The red Civic is a speck in the rear-view and coming up fast. Before I get around the car, he is right on my ass. Well, that's a sure-fire way to piss me off to no end. So I hit the brakes. But we were already of the slow car and riceboy zips into the right lane and nails it. So I punched it too and gave him a taste of the Dark Side. When I got ahead, I moved over into the right lane in front of him.
Sure enough, he wants another smack down. He moves into the left lane to try to pass. There is traffic up ahead in my lane (the right). I punch it, pull ahead and cut his ass off. So he whips it into the right and then onto the shoulder!! And proceeds to hammer it past 3 cars in the right lane. I'm in the left lane going around these cars at a normal speed, and he's driving like a typical ricer on the shoulder.
That was it for me. I beat him twice at high speed roll-ons where his car is strongest and mine is weakest. I made my point. But Idon't know what in the hell was going through his head.
I get ahead of the cars and move into the right lane ahead of them. Riceboy comes hauling ass on by me on the shoulder. Up ahead there's more traffic. Both lanes are blocked. In the right lane, there is a SUV or truck. This dumb ass ricer is hauling ass and gets right on the vehicle's bumper ahead of him in the right lane. I thought he was going to rear-end the vehicle. But he whips it onto the shoulder once again.
But this time he went into a skid and slid into the grass. He tried to whip it back out onto the road and spun around, crossed the center line, and I'm on the brakes trying to make sure I don't hit him. I manage to get by him and he continues spinning and skidding into the median. What a dumb ass.
This was right before Exit 4 (Buford). I causually exit and fill up the tank. When I'm done, I go over the overpass to see if he was still there. Yep. And there were about 3 other vehicles stopped too, which he probably hit. And the two riced out Celicas were there too, stopped on the side of the road. I'm assuming they were travelling with him.
I'd have liked to have gotten out and told the idiot that I was sorry that he survived that wreck and hope that he has worse luck next time, and then kicked his ass. But I decided I'd get back on I-985 S, turn around and drive by real slow honking, pointing my finger and laughing at him. But by the time I got back, the cops were there. So I just drove by and did nothing.
Damn ricers are a menace to society.
OK, there was was, minding my own business on my way home from Reynolds. I-85 N near Suwanee was backed up because of constructions. There were these two riced out Celicas with newcelica.org stickers, farts pipes, and oversized wings. Behind them was a red civic, not as riced out. But it had some kind of body kit and gave it a boxy look like a BMW.
At this point, the traffic was at a crawl. I was in the far right lane and the ricers were in the one to my immediate left. My lane on average was going faster, so I passed them. The passenger in one of the Celicas gave me a thumbs up and and took some pictures of my car.
So the traffic eventually clears up. I make it to "clear roads ahead" long before the ricers because I am a lot smarter than ricers and know how to pick faster lanes better than they do. Not that I was trying to "beat" them or anything, I was just trying to get through the mess.
So I'm cruising along and I-985 and figured that's that last I'd ever see of those ricers.
I've got the cruise set to 75 or so, and am passing another motorist. The red Civic is a speck in the rear-view and coming up fast. Before I get around the car, he is right on my ass. Well, that's a sure-fire way to piss me off to no end. So I hit the brakes. But we were already of the slow car and riceboy zips into the right lane and nails it. So I punched it too and gave him a taste of the Dark Side. When I got ahead, I moved over into the right lane in front of him.
Sure enough, he wants another smack down. He moves into the left lane to try to pass. There is traffic up ahead in my lane (the right). I punch it, pull ahead and cut his ass off. So he whips it into the right and then onto the shoulder!! And proceeds to hammer it past 3 cars in the right lane. I'm in the left lane going around these cars at a normal speed, and he's driving like a typical ricer on the shoulder.
That was it for me. I beat him twice at high speed roll-ons where his car is strongest and mine is weakest. I made my point. But Idon't know what in the hell was going through his head.
I get ahead of the cars and move into the right lane ahead of them. Riceboy comes hauling ass on by me on the shoulder. Up ahead there's more traffic. Both lanes are blocked. In the right lane, there is a SUV or truck. This dumb ass ricer is hauling ass and gets right on the vehicle's bumper ahead of him in the right lane. I thought he was going to rear-end the vehicle. But he whips it onto the shoulder once again.
But this time he went into a skid and slid into the grass. He tried to whip it back out onto the road and spun around, crossed the center line, and I'm on the brakes trying to make sure I don't hit him. I manage to get by him and he continues spinning and skidding into the median. What a dumb ass.
This was right before Exit 4 (Buford). I causually exit and fill up the tank. When I'm done, I go over the overpass to see if he was still there. Yep. And there were about 3 other vehicles stopped too, which he probably hit. And the two riced out Celicas were there too, stopped on the side of the road. I'm assuming they were travelling with him.
I'd have liked to have gotten out and told the idiot that I was sorry that he survived that wreck and hope that he has worse luck next time, and then kicked his ass. But I decided I'd get back on I-985 S, turn around and drive by real slow honking, pointing my finger and laughing at him. But by the time I got back, the cops were there. So I just drove by and did nothing.
Damn ricers are a menace to society.
