Driving home from work last night (had to work until 9 pm, ouch) and I'm pulling from a 4 lane, 2 way road to a side street. I'm sitting in the suicide lane (middle, turning lane) behind this riced out, older accord. It had the fart tip, stickers, the works. He turns left and there's traffic coming the opposite way, but it's 100 yds off, so I follow him closely to shoot onto the side street. There's a riced out civic on the sidestreet waiting to turn out onto the road we had turned off of, and low and behold it must have been one of his rice a roni buddies, as he pulls by his ricer buddy, he slams on the brakes to talk to him.
I have to slam on my brakes and almost hit the son of a b*tch, all the while traffic is flying towards my rear end which is hanging out in the lane of the road I just turned off. He hears me slam on my brakes behind him, and looks back dumbfounded.
At this point I'm steaming, and open my window and yell at the top of my lungs: "Move your @$$ you stupid Ricer!", he looks at me thru the mirror with a worried look (cause I was turning red from being so pissed) and I hear the signature pissed off weed whacker as he pulls away.
I don't normally abuse my car but I let loose the meanest burnout I've ever done in my SVT due mostly to anger. I drove home and parked still pissed at that ricer(s)
FYI: Beware of the stupidity of the high school ricer...
