i was driving home from Davis on Wednesday, cruising happily at 80 mph in the left lane. i see this red and white "thing" that i'm approaching driving in the lane next to me. i say to my friend "WTF is that thing?". he says "i think its a CRX". as we get closer, we were able to confirm its identity as a CRX. complete with white primered wide body kit on red sheet metal, lowered to the ground, riding on steelies, and of course the obligatory loud, buzzy ricer fart can.
as i get closer i let off the throttle and run side by side next to it for a couple seconds to see what "goodies" he has inside (all i saw were bright neon blue gauges). poor ricer thinks i want to race, downshifts, and makes a whole lot of noise. and then proceeds to s..l..o..w..l..y pull ahead of me (im cruising at ~70 mph now). we laugh. he realizes i'm not racing, stops gunning it and slows back down. i think to myself "what a loser" and downshift to 4th, and dip the throttle 3/4 the way down to resume my 80+ cruising speed. my car is accelerating faster than that poor CRX at WOT, with 3 people and trunk full of luggage. i pass the ricer, and poor guy thinks i'm racing again. i hear more noise and there it is behind me (there was a car in front of him), then he switches back to the lane next to me and passes me. my friend goes "dude his bumper looks like its gonna fly off".
oh ricers. they're good for entertainment if nothing else.