Late Night Ricer Stories
It was a chilly night, just cruising through town with some others. The wind was gently blowing. I was sitting low in my seat, my neons were like a flood of milkly purple light from beneath my car. Ahead I saw the yellow light turn to red.
That's when I saw it.
The muffler was so delicately cocked at a 45 degree angle. Windows tinted, aftermarket wheels. I slowly pushed on my brakes and stopped beside the beast with the peeling red paint.
He was loaded. Mexicans packed in the sporty coupe as far as the eye could see. I noticed that the exhaust was spewing black smoke and I laughed a little bit on the inside.
I have had my fair share of Preludes and winning. Even a couple of SI's passed my way that weren't much trouble. The light turned green and we exchanged looks. He toyed with me and I played along by revving at him.
He turned off the main road and I followed. I pulled into the lane next to him, my heart pounding, sweat slowly moving its way down my face. This was it. This is when it all goes down. He down shifted, I down shifted.
He quickly put several lengths on me.
I slowed down, lowered my head, flipped my neons off, and called it a night.
Don't talk to me.
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Originally Posted by STI101
