got a good one for ya'

[mongo]

This happened last weekend, I think it was saturday afternoon. I was sitting at a light waiting for it to turn,when out of the corner of my eye, what do I see but a ricer sitting in the lane next to me. His music was so loud that dead people were rising from their graves to complain. Anyway, over his music I could barely hear him revving his motor at me, sounded like a lawnmower engine with something wrong with it. My 93' LX is quite modified and I know he could not hear the rumble of 295 horses growling at him or he might have thought twice about wanting to race me. I looked in my rearview mirror, no cops, looked in driver's side mirror, no cops and the race was on. I got her up around 4,000 to 4,500 r.p.m.'s and poped the clutch, she will throw the old head back doing that. I got 50 or so yards down the road and looked back in my mirror to see his car's front end going up and down with him trying to go through the gears as hard as he could. The race turned out be a joke, I was laughing hard. I slowed down to let him catch up and boy was he mad, that's about all I could tell, he still had his music blaring and was pointing his middle finger at me and mouthing something. Don't know what he said and don't care. Just thought I'd share a real good story with everyone. Sorry it was so long. Later.