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Let me set it up for you. My fiance Kendall and I were riding in her 2002 Ford Escort ZX2 5MT on a two lane highway on our way to a bowling alley. We had one of my friends driving behind us in his built 98 Civic.
So, we are just casually talking back and forth when I hear a rev from an exhaust system on what sounded like a 4 cylinder car. Kendall and I look through the drivers side window just in time to see the breathtaking black Dodge Neon RT drive up next to us. I knew it was an RT because his tag said "NEON RT" on it. I'm not sure how the tag itself was mounted though, because there was no rear bumper. Ricers use this no bumper technique as weight reduction. The euro taillights and the silver graphics on the side of the car make it look really intimidating.
So, we slow down to a red light with the Neon on the left of us and I tell Kendall to give him a friendly rev. She gets the car up to about 3500 rpms (enough for him to know we did it) and lets off. Immediately he revs his engine up to the rev limiter and we hear his engine and exhaust going "bwha wha wha wha wha". Ricers use this technique to scare off other ricers. It doesn't work.
Well, I finally convince Kendall to rev again and then scoot up, hinting to race. All of this time we're laughing our asses off by the way. Kendall is intently watching the light going the other way turn red and as soon as our light turned green, she gunned it. She took off the line and left the Neon sitting there. By the end of first gear, we had pulled about 2 car lengths on him, and by the top of second, he was about 3 back. Kendall lets off in third gear before she even got over the speed limit. We proceed to drive the speed limit as the ricer flies by us with the worlds loudest and shittiest sounding exhaust ever.
The fact that my chick beat a guy that was honestly trying to race in her stock Escort made us laugh through the rest of the night. You see, in Alabama, we have to love ricers (because they are everywhere).
That is my story on why I love ricers.
So, we are just casually talking back and forth when I hear a rev from an exhaust system on what sounded like a 4 cylinder car. Kendall and I look through the drivers side window just in time to see the breathtaking black Dodge Neon RT drive up next to us. I knew it was an RT because his tag said "NEON RT" on it. I'm not sure how the tag itself was mounted though, because there was no rear bumper. Ricers use this no bumper technique as weight reduction. The euro taillights and the silver graphics on the side of the car make it look really intimidating.
So, we slow down to a red light with the Neon on the left of us and I tell Kendall to give him a friendly rev. She gets the car up to about 3500 rpms (enough for him to know we did it) and lets off. Immediately he revs his engine up to the rev limiter and we hear his engine and exhaust going "bwha wha wha wha wha". Ricers use this technique to scare off other ricers. It doesn't work.
Well, I finally convince Kendall to rev again and then scoot up, hinting to race. All of this time we're laughing our asses off by the way. Kendall is intently watching the light going the other way turn red and as soon as our light turned green, she gunned it. She took off the line and left the Neon sitting there. By the end of first gear, we had pulled about 2 car lengths on him, and by the top of second, he was about 3 back. Kendall lets off in third gear before she even got over the speed limit. We proceed to drive the speed limit as the ricer flies by us with the worlds loudest and shittiest sounding exhaust ever.
The fact that my chick beat a guy that was honestly trying to race in her stock Escort made us laugh through the rest of the night. You see, in Alabama, we have to love ricers (because they are everywhere).
That is my story on why I love ricers.
