One of the horrors, er, unusual things about this podunky little town I'm in is that there is an inordinately high number of ricers.
We've got everything from a purple Bronco II "monster truck" to unpainted hand-puttied ground effects on a Neon. It is FUBAR!
I'm baffled by this profusion of rice. There is nobody to impress but the other ricers here!
Well, there is the entertainment factor. I've trained my wife and my friends to point and yell "RICE!" whenever we encounter one of these "vehicles." That, at least, is funny.
