| Eric4Nitrous |
12-19-2002 07:00 PM |
A Ricer X-Mas Story
Twas the night before christmas, and caught at a light, Stuttered a healthy V-8 with no cops in sight. I will try, I will try, to beat this damned Monza, there's no way anythin's faster than my Honda. My clear taillights shine, I think that they're cool, but everyone looks at me like i'm such a fool. My 6 inch tailpipe sounds and looks Phat, As I try to intimidate with an obnoxious blat. The light turns green and I pull like no joke, That Monza lifts it's wheels, then goes up in smoke. Now smasher, Now revver, Now stroker, Now blitzen, these are the names of my 4 little pistons. Racing ahead i'm the star of the action, But i know i'm in trouble if he gets traction. When I grab second, my VTEC sings, but my mirror is obscured by my two story wing. I hear the monstor roar of that V-8 gaining, It's all i can do to keep my 4 banger straining. In an instant my car rocks as he rips past, all my stickers go flying, a thing of the past. Don't bother with 3rd, cause now it's too late, Just try to act cool, like you can relte. at the next light, he looks at me grinning, His engine is cackling, still hot from winning. "You can't win 'em all," , his middle finger in fling, "You might not win any in that stupid thing." I scowled and revved as he dissapeared to the night, Shifting six times in his full throttle flight. The smell of raw fuel hangs in the air, I realize i've been spanked, good and fair. I think i'll save for that Zex nawss kit, and maybe I can hang with that V-8 ****.
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