GM goes Rice
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Amen ^
I think the whole question about this macho, more power, mine's faster that yours syndrome pretty much boils down to ultimate superiority. Pound for pound, dollar for dollar, you can't beat the big V8s, no question about it.
Even if money is no object, no matter how much you spend on it, a four banger is still a four banger. Spend the same amount on big detroit iron and there is no comparison. No matter how much you polish it, a turd is still a turd.
Even if money is no object, no matter how much you spend on it, a four banger is still a four banger. Spend the same amount on big detroit iron and there is no comparison. No matter how much you polish it, a turd is still a turd.
I'm not so sure about that #7876. I know the Ricers take the stand it's "more of a challenge", but from my vantage point... racing, It's bang for the buck and reliability. But I can respect that even though it makes little sense to me.
I assure you my 970hp 565 will make 10X more licks and quicker and faster than 95% of the race ricers ever made. The Ricers never want to talk about that.
I harbor no ill feelings for them, but they have far different goals and race budgets.
I think 75% or more of it is mindless "monkey see, monkey do" on the Rice deals. Off to the chrome shop or INTERNET to buy a bolt on deal. You would be shocked at the money they need to toss at a 4 or 6 banger to stay with a late model Mustang or LT-1 GM...2X or more I'd guess.
I assure you my 970hp 565 will make 10X more licks and quicker and faster than 95% of the race ricers ever made. The Ricers never want to talk about that.
I harbor no ill feelings for them, but they have far different goals and race budgets.
I think 75% or more of it is mindless "monkey see, monkey do" on the Rice deals. Off to the chrome shop or INTERNET to buy a bolt on deal. You would be shocked at the money they need to toss at a 4 or 6 banger to stay with a late model Mustang or LT-1 GM...2X or more I'd guess.
I've decided that it's pretty much worthless to post to this thread-
Most of the people here are a more educated version of the idiots that hang out at the local tracks.
"durrr, it wasn't made in 'murika, it's slow"
as their trailered, drag slicked camaro cranks out a wopping 13 second 1/4.
It's too bad that some people can't realize that fast is fast, and nitrous is just as much "cheating" as boost is.
I'm much more impressed by a v8 with some form of forced induction making big power than the "double the cubes for a 50% power gain!" mentality.
Remember, for every atmosphere you add, your displacement almost doubles (effectively). Dynamic displacement for the win!
Not every vehicle that's an import has a body kit, a rice bench, and Wrong Wheel Drive.
one of my "imports" was built in Normal, Illinois. [shrug]
quick_16: at 970whp you are probably pretty quick, but there are a lot of supra dyno queens that have done past 1100 on the stock bottom end- Do you have a timeslip?
The number of 6, 7 & 8 second import cars is climbing at a very fast rate. The biggest problem is the same thing guys on your side of the fence have- that level gets very expensive to be competitive.
Most of the people here are a more educated version of the idiots that hang out at the local tracks.
"durrr, it wasn't made in 'murika, it's slow"
as their trailered, drag slicked camaro cranks out a wopping 13 second 1/4.
It's too bad that some people can't realize that fast is fast, and nitrous is just as much "cheating" as boost is.
I'm much more impressed by a v8 with some form of forced induction making big power than the "double the cubes for a 50% power gain!" mentality.
Remember, for every atmosphere you add, your displacement almost doubles (effectively). Dynamic displacement for the win!
Not every vehicle that's an import has a body kit, a rice bench, and Wrong Wheel Drive.
one of my "imports" was built in Normal, Illinois. [shrug]
quick_16: at 970whp you are probably pretty quick, but there are a lot of supra dyno queens that have done past 1100 on the stock bottom end- Do you have a timeslip?
The number of 6, 7 & 8 second import cars is climbing at a very fast rate. The biggest problem is the same thing guys on your side of the fence have- that level gets very expensive to be competitive.
I think there is also the aspect of the car that comes with the engine. So if I like V8s, but hate the look and feel of a Camaro or Mustang, what can I do? I go for a 4-banger in a car that I like. Hey, I would love if is a civic, evo, WRX, DSM, etc. came with nice lightweight V8, but they don't so it's 4-bangers for me.
Some "ricer" mentality focuses on dyno numbers above all else.
So you get a car that makes huge power for 500 rpm, and is a complete slug on the track, slower than cars with half the power and a broad spread of power.
So you get a car that makes huge power for 500 rpm, and is a complete slug on the track, slower than cars with half the power and a broad spread of power.
"quick_16: at 970whp you are probably pretty quick, but there are a lot of supra dyno queens that have done past 1100 on the stock bottom end- Do you have a timeslip?"
Sure I do how about you??????
This was last years 5 over 555 with junk heads
I'm hoping the 565 will have more steam.
Sure I do how about you??????
This was last years 5 over 555 with junk heads
I'm hoping the 565 will have more steam.
slugsgomoo posted that his motor was 2L at idle and 6L at full throttle. I really would like to see this happen.
I don't get it do you have three 2L's chained together and you start one then bump start the others off of the running one? That sure beats my idea of hooking two V6's end to end for a homemade 90 degree V12. That one took about a 12 pack to think up. If I did it I would not have a car to put it in.
Anyhoo;
Doing it the hard way? How about the expensive way? Import car parts are even more expensive than motorcycle parts. I have seen some real expensive imports at the drags but none of them were all that fast.
Do you really know why cars are driven to the track? Because they don't have a trailer. A trailer is very nice when you break an axle, CV joint, bump the wall, etc... sure beats being stuck at the track waiting for a tow.
I'll stick to my push rod motors and my new found interest -- flathead V8's and 6's.
Anyhoo;
Doing it the hard way? How about the expensive way? Import car parts are even more expensive than motorcycle parts. I have seen some real expensive imports at the drags but none of them were all that fast.
Do you really know why cars are driven to the track? Because they don't have a trailer. A trailer is very nice when you break an axle, CV joint, bump the wall, etc... sure beats being stuck at the track waiting for a tow.
I'll stick to my push rod motors and my new found interest -- flathead V8's and 6's.
So slugsgomoo, which are you: an educated idiot or a ricer?
Dodge was putting 426 hemis in mainstream cars sold to the public, when ANY Toyota was nothing more than a laughingstock. The ricers are still playing catch-up.
The only difference today is the Toyotas/Nissans/Mitsus have a whole new generation of ricer kids to market - kids and of course, the odd baby boomer that doesn't like to get his hands dirty, too young and stupid to recognize their heritage and the true meaning or pavement pounding power.
Dodge was putting 426 hemis in mainstream cars sold to the public, when ANY Toyota was nothing more than a laughingstock. The ricers are still playing catch-up.
The only difference today is the Toyotas/Nissans/Mitsus have a whole new generation of ricer kids to market - kids and of course, the odd baby boomer that doesn't like to get his hands dirty, too young and stupid to recognize their heritage and the true meaning or pavement pounding power.
I think he's referring to "effective" displacement.
Sanctioning bodies often have diplacement multipliers for forced-indiction engines.
For example, years ago, it was 1.5 for Formula 1. A forced-induction engine's diplacement was multiplied by 1.5 to arrive at a "comparable" naturally aspirated displacement.
At any rate, I think he's figuring that he's adding the equivalent of 4.0L of displacement by putting huge boost (turbo or otherwise) into his 2.0L engine.
Sanctioning bodies often have diplacement multipliers for forced-indiction engines.
For example, years ago, it was 1.5 for Formula 1. A forced-induction engine's diplacement was multiplied by 1.5 to arrive at a "comparable" naturally aspirated displacement.
At any rate, I think he's figuring that he's adding the equivalent of 4.0L of displacement by putting huge boost (turbo or otherwise) into his 2.0L engine.
No replacement for displacement ?
What about volumetric efficiency ?
Not a flame to anybody, just a question.
What about volumetric efficiency ?
Not a flame to anybody, just a question.
The poorer an engine's volumetric efficiency, the more room there is for improvement without going to forced induction.
"No replacement for displacement" Equals the difference between a large overbuilt naturally aspirated V8 making say 1.3 Hp per cubic inch with loads of torque at a reasonable RPM and a long lifetime. VS A tiny turboed four banger making the same HP at some astroninomical RPM with no bottom end torque or practical driveability and eventually scattering its parts all over the pavement. Rickey.
hahahaha LOL...that's good Rickey....
wow, for supposeably a forum with more knowledgeable and older members, there sure are a lot of ignorant comments made, and lots of blatant racist comments. Funny how this thread didn't get locked but others do.
oh btw, drag racing isn't everything.
oh btw, drag racing isn't everything.
Chopped springs hug tha road tightly.
OK, One more time. Expletives and profanity modified to suit the censors. Credits long
forgotten/lost...
So, I'm a car enthusiast and part-time auto mechanic who helps my neighbors out with their cars. I've got a little knowledge, a great set of tools, and been doing this for a few years. I have a rather fast and rare early 70's hobby car that I take out on weekends, an Oldsmobile 442.
So anyway, my neighbor's kid turns 17, and the mother gives him her Honda Civic. Say it out loud now with me: _Honda__Civic_. Plastic and aluminum, 75 horsepower, basic commuter car - Honda Civic.
Perfect for a new driver, economical, easy to maintain and dependable: a good basic car for junior," I though to myself.
The first week was fine. He bought spinning hubcaps and a set of dragon seat covers for it. That should have been it. He should have left it alone.
The week after that, I walk out to my mailbox, and I almost called the cops. I thought I had just seen a UFO! As it slowly approached, I could see it was a Honda Civic, with four different blinking colors of neon underneath it. Holy $hit! I almost had a f'ing seizure looking at this thing. Even the shifter knob was blinking.
Then about 48 hours later, I'm laying in bed, about ready to get busy with the girlfriend, when I hear BZZZZZZZZZZ-owwww! BZZZZZ-owww! over and over in the neighbor's garage. "Well this is an odd time for Mr. Richardson to be f'ing around with his chainsaw," I thought out loud. After 45 minutes of this, I thought I'd go over and ask the neighbor to play with his chainsaw in the morning. So there is the junior Richardson boy, proudly revving his engine up and down. Four more wannabe fake gangsta kids were standing around "tuning" his new exhaust," which consisted of a rather small header and 4 coffee cans spray painted silver and the words "Type-R" stenciled on it.
Holy crap! I told him to please quit f'ing with the car so I could get some sleep.
Wait, that is BY FAR not all.
The following week, he asks me if he can borrow a screwdriver and a hammer. He is installing his new "Type-R" rear spoiler. He was proud of it. He paid almost $600 for it. I asked him where he was going to put it, since a Honda Civic does not have a trunk. "The roof, dawg." is what he told me. This spoiler looks like an aluminum picnic table that you would see in a public park, except for lots of rivets in it and the words "Type-R" all over it. I almost stopped him, but I wanted to see how retarded it would look. I gleefully helped him install it. Yup, totally retarded. Classic. He went on to explain to me that this creates all the downforce needed to maintain traction at supersonic speeds. 4 cylinders... 75 horsepower... downforce. Oh my G0d, what a retard.
It gets better.
Two weeks later, he is asking to borrow my cordless drill. He just "bought a body kit, yo, and needs to be down fo' shizzle wit da tool dawg to install it, no wut he's sane, dawg?" Body kit. Pay attention. It gets good here. So he drills all of the holes, double sided tape and screws this mother^&*%er to his car, and it REALLY is beginning to look like a space ship, or an alien life form. Or a circus car. Well, circus, not yet. That's coming. Here's the problem. The body kit is white. The car is dark green. It looks like a burrito vomit. And the car is a full 4 inches wider, and 2 inches lower than it was before. He can't get the doors to open or close properly, because the "body kit, "yo is catching the door jamb." So, always the helpful one, I give him my grinder. That was the coolest, watching this 'tard grind on his new $1,200 yo yo word up body kit. Word. It was the flyest, dawg.
Circus act part 1
Now, he decides he wants to "Lower the ride, dawg." I wouldn't let him use my tools, as I was afraid this dumb a$$ would blow himself up with what he wanted to do next. He would cut the coils. Dangerous. Unsafe. Stupid. He succeeded in cutting the coils, but now his new body kit dawg was dragging on the ground and, to top it off, the car was bouncing up and down like a carnival ride, effectively ending his neon lighted glory. His 'Type-R' exhaust was dragging on the ground as well.
You should see how retarded this #$%ker looks. A huge picnic table on the roof, two-tone body kit, special-kid taillights, blinking, broken neon, stickers all over it, buzzing like a chainsaw on crack bouncing up and down like a clown car.
Wait, that's not all. Now Hontard wants a "syssem, yo". Oh yeah. He pieced together 6 different trashed car stereos, one home stereo, and a Kragen auto parts special bass speaker, and somehow wired the neon lights (what's left of them) to blink with the beat of the music. Except you can't hear the music. You can only hear the bass. And it rattles his rooftop spoiler and license plate frame.
Now it's REALLY looking AND SOUNDING like a clown car.
Okay. Now for Hontard's carbon fiber paint job. He puts a hood scoop from an early 60's Mustang on it, and it is ENORMOUS. It kind of balanced out the retardedness of the rear spoiler/picnic table. Then out comes the spray cans. All 18 of them. First, he pulled off his spinning hubcaps and painted the wheels BLACK. Flat black. Then he painted the body kit dawg BRIGHT, NEON YELLOW. The rest of the car was painted BRIGHT RED with a PURPLE fist turning in to a dragon or some $hit airbrushed on the doors.
Clown car complete? Not yet.
As I stated previously, I have experience with fast cars. He knows that I can make a car go fast. He comes over with a copy of "Honda Tuner Guy" magazine, filled with equally retarded looking cars. He asks me "Yo dawg, I wanna make dis here B18 go fast and $hit. I was thinkin' of an Acura V-tec swap or some NOSS." So I asked him "What exactly do you intend to do with this car? Will you be entering it in the most retarded car contest, or what?" He replies "Naw, cracka. That $hit be is funny and $hit, but I is for reals. I need to be running in the 12's and makin 350 horsepower." So I asked him "Why don't you save your money and buy a car that makes 350 horsepower, like a Camaro or a GTO or something, instead of trying to make a car with 75 horsepower that was never intended to go that fast any faster?" He says "Don't be a foo yo. Everybody knows dat ode skoo %&^$ can't hang." Now I'm ******. Insulted, I replied "Lookit here, junior. I'll pull my Olds out of the garage and make your #@$% look like it is going backwards. No NOS, no turbo, no stickers, and no body kit is gonna help you beat the 'ode skoo' cars, dawg. And the same goes for any of your other retard car driving friends. I'll have you and your homies wetting your pants with fear before we ever hit second gear. You have 6 grand worth of %^&* bolted onto a $1000 car that was perfectly good when you got it, and now it looks, sounds and drives like *****. Get the #$%^ out of my garage!" He looked like he was gonna cry. He left with a solid "%^&# you dawg, I'll beat your old man car with a 150 shot!" and he left, trying to pull up his drawers and give me the finger at the same time.
Showdown.
Now I am a responsible adult, and I do not condone street racing. However, when faced with a direct insult, challenge, and #$%^ you, any man tends to be defensive enough to take a few risks.
cont.
Beautiful sunny day. First day I've had my car out of the garage all winter. I check the fluids. I start the engine. I anticipate a crisp, lively jaunt at mind-bending speeds up the interstate. I rev my engine. I sip my coffee.
Hontard heard me revving my engine, so him and 2 of his friends do the same in his driveway. One is a new Acura in the pre-clown car stages of molestation, and the other one is junior's mom's Civic. It sounds like a lawn mower race at the Richardson's house. I crank my engine up to 3000 rpm and drown them out.
I climb in my car, check the gauges, and idle out onto the road. Looking in my rearview, I see I'm being followed by two bouncing, brightly colored bumping clown cars with backward hat retards pointing in my direction.
I ignore them. Not worth my trouble. I'm an adult. Hondtard and Acuratard pass me when I hit the 680 on the left and right. BZZZZzzzz. Gone. Good. I am halfway to Livermore when they blast out of the onramp and attempt to box me in. Acuratard is revving his engine and pointing forward. Hondtard is slowing down in front of me.
#$%^ it. I've had enough.
I stuff it down into third gear, opened all 455 cubic inches wide open, almost rear-ended Hondtard and swerved directly at Acuratard. I broke the rear tires loose at 70 mph, as Acuratard was busy downshifting trying to get enough speed to catch me.
I dusted these little #$%^suckers so bad they simply disappeared. I got off on the Livermore exit and waited for them at the on ramp. Some of their own game. Right back atcha homies.
I let them see me. Then I smoked the tires brutally and violently out of the ramp so that they would know I was ****** and coming for them. I knew the Honda was slow, so I ignored him and brought it down right on the Acura's bumper. I got within an inch of this terrified teenager's butt, popped on the high beams and gunned the motor. I mashed the gas in third and was threatening to bump him. 90, 100, 110... He couldn't get away from me.
He waved for me to pass. Hondtard was WAAYYY back ssomewhere. Acuratard was scared and beaten and he knew it. I pulled alongside. I motioned for him to roll down his window. I screamed and pointed. He backed way off. I stuck my finger in the air and screamed "#$%^ you!" and dumped it, quickly accelerating to 130 mph until I couldn't see them anymore.
Later that evening, as I told my fiancee ("You're a juvenile nitwit, you could have killed those kids and you're going to **** off the neighbors!"). I heard two chainsaws idle up very slowly to my house. Holy @#$%. It's a drive by. These #$%^ers want to kill me. A knock on the door. I answer it, ready to beat some fake gangsta ***** if I have to.
They want to see my car now. "Do you have NOS? Is it a Hemi?"
Tards. Get lost.
Clown car is still on the road, but now homie g wants to learn about the "ode skoo".
If you see this car, put a sticker on it. He seems to like them, and thinks they made the car cooler. Then dust his butt once for good measure.
You simply have to see this kid's car to believe it. If your car looks retarded and it's fast, cool. Then you can look a little stupid and get away with it. But this thing looks like it was dropped off at the special education shop class and built by retards, and it's not even quick.
In honor of Dale "pimpdaddyhustla" Richardson, class of 2006 and his clown car, I dedicate this to you. Let me take you for a ride once you feel you are man enough. I see you stepped up to the plate and lost big time. I'm willing to help you install the "noss" and the "v-tecs" and let you try again.
forgotten/lost...
So, I'm a car enthusiast and part-time auto mechanic who helps my neighbors out with their cars. I've got a little knowledge, a great set of tools, and been doing this for a few years. I have a rather fast and rare early 70's hobby car that I take out on weekends, an Oldsmobile 442.
So anyway, my neighbor's kid turns 17, and the mother gives him her Honda Civic. Say it out loud now with me: _Honda__Civic_. Plastic and aluminum, 75 horsepower, basic commuter car - Honda Civic.
Perfect for a new driver, economical, easy to maintain and dependable: a good basic car for junior," I though to myself.
The first week was fine. He bought spinning hubcaps and a set of dragon seat covers for it. That should have been it. He should have left it alone.
The week after that, I walk out to my mailbox, and I almost called the cops. I thought I had just seen a UFO! As it slowly approached, I could see it was a Honda Civic, with four different blinking colors of neon underneath it. Holy $hit! I almost had a f'ing seizure looking at this thing. Even the shifter knob was blinking.
Then about 48 hours later, I'm laying in bed, about ready to get busy with the girlfriend, when I hear BZZZZZZZZZZ-owwww! BZZZZZ-owww! over and over in the neighbor's garage. "Well this is an odd time for Mr. Richardson to be f'ing around with his chainsaw," I thought out loud. After 45 minutes of this, I thought I'd go over and ask the neighbor to play with his chainsaw in the morning. So there is the junior Richardson boy, proudly revving his engine up and down. Four more wannabe fake gangsta kids were standing around "tuning" his new exhaust," which consisted of a rather small header and 4 coffee cans spray painted silver and the words "Type-R" stenciled on it.
Holy crap! I told him to please quit f'ing with the car so I could get some sleep.
Wait, that is BY FAR not all.
The following week, he asks me if he can borrow a screwdriver and a hammer. He is installing his new "Type-R" rear spoiler. He was proud of it. He paid almost $600 for it. I asked him where he was going to put it, since a Honda Civic does not have a trunk. "The roof, dawg." is what he told me. This spoiler looks like an aluminum picnic table that you would see in a public park, except for lots of rivets in it and the words "Type-R" all over it. I almost stopped him, but I wanted to see how retarded it would look. I gleefully helped him install it. Yup, totally retarded. Classic. He went on to explain to me that this creates all the downforce needed to maintain traction at supersonic speeds. 4 cylinders... 75 horsepower... downforce. Oh my G0d, what a retard.
It gets better.
Two weeks later, he is asking to borrow my cordless drill. He just "bought a body kit, yo, and needs to be down fo' shizzle wit da tool dawg to install it, no wut he's sane, dawg?" Body kit. Pay attention. It gets good here. So he drills all of the holes, double sided tape and screws this mother^&*%er to his car, and it REALLY is beginning to look like a space ship, or an alien life form. Or a circus car. Well, circus, not yet. That's coming. Here's the problem. The body kit is white. The car is dark green. It looks like a burrito vomit. And the car is a full 4 inches wider, and 2 inches lower than it was before. He can't get the doors to open or close properly, because the "body kit, "yo is catching the door jamb." So, always the helpful one, I give him my grinder. That was the coolest, watching this 'tard grind on his new $1,200 yo yo word up body kit. Word. It was the flyest, dawg.
Circus act part 1
Now, he decides he wants to "Lower the ride, dawg." I wouldn't let him use my tools, as I was afraid this dumb a$$ would blow himself up with what he wanted to do next. He would cut the coils. Dangerous. Unsafe. Stupid. He succeeded in cutting the coils, but now his new body kit dawg was dragging on the ground and, to top it off, the car was bouncing up and down like a carnival ride, effectively ending his neon lighted glory. His 'Type-R' exhaust was dragging on the ground as well.
You should see how retarded this #$%ker looks. A huge picnic table on the roof, two-tone body kit, special-kid taillights, blinking, broken neon, stickers all over it, buzzing like a chainsaw on crack bouncing up and down like a clown car.
Wait, that's not all. Now Hontard wants a "syssem, yo". Oh yeah. He pieced together 6 different trashed car stereos, one home stereo, and a Kragen auto parts special bass speaker, and somehow wired the neon lights (what's left of them) to blink with the beat of the music. Except you can't hear the music. You can only hear the bass. And it rattles his rooftop spoiler and license plate frame.
Now it's REALLY looking AND SOUNDING like a clown car.
Okay. Now for Hontard's carbon fiber paint job. He puts a hood scoop from an early 60's Mustang on it, and it is ENORMOUS. It kind of balanced out the retardedness of the rear spoiler/picnic table. Then out comes the spray cans. All 18 of them. First, he pulled off his spinning hubcaps and painted the wheels BLACK. Flat black. Then he painted the body kit dawg BRIGHT, NEON YELLOW. The rest of the car was painted BRIGHT RED with a PURPLE fist turning in to a dragon or some $hit airbrushed on the doors.
Clown car complete? Not yet.
As I stated previously, I have experience with fast cars. He knows that I can make a car go fast. He comes over with a copy of "Honda Tuner Guy" magazine, filled with equally retarded looking cars. He asks me "Yo dawg, I wanna make dis here B18 go fast and $hit. I was thinkin' of an Acura V-tec swap or some NOSS." So I asked him "What exactly do you intend to do with this car? Will you be entering it in the most retarded car contest, or what?" He replies "Naw, cracka. That $hit be is funny and $hit, but I is for reals. I need to be running in the 12's and makin 350 horsepower." So I asked him "Why don't you save your money and buy a car that makes 350 horsepower, like a Camaro or a GTO or something, instead of trying to make a car with 75 horsepower that was never intended to go that fast any faster?" He says "Don't be a foo yo. Everybody knows dat ode skoo %&^$ can't hang." Now I'm ******. Insulted, I replied "Lookit here, junior. I'll pull my Olds out of the garage and make your #@$% look like it is going backwards. No NOS, no turbo, no stickers, and no body kit is gonna help you beat the 'ode skoo' cars, dawg. And the same goes for any of your other retard car driving friends. I'll have you and your homies wetting your pants with fear before we ever hit second gear. You have 6 grand worth of %^&* bolted onto a $1000 car that was perfectly good when you got it, and now it looks, sounds and drives like *****. Get the #$%^ out of my garage!" He looked like he was gonna cry. He left with a solid "%^&# you dawg, I'll beat your old man car with a 150 shot!" and he left, trying to pull up his drawers and give me the finger at the same time.
Showdown.
Now I am a responsible adult, and I do not condone street racing. However, when faced with a direct insult, challenge, and #$%^ you, any man tends to be defensive enough to take a few risks.
cont.
Beautiful sunny day. First day I've had my car out of the garage all winter. I check the fluids. I start the engine. I anticipate a crisp, lively jaunt at mind-bending speeds up the interstate. I rev my engine. I sip my coffee.
Hontard heard me revving my engine, so him and 2 of his friends do the same in his driveway. One is a new Acura in the pre-clown car stages of molestation, and the other one is junior's mom's Civic. It sounds like a lawn mower race at the Richardson's house. I crank my engine up to 3000 rpm and drown them out.
I climb in my car, check the gauges, and idle out onto the road. Looking in my rearview, I see I'm being followed by two bouncing, brightly colored bumping clown cars with backward hat retards pointing in my direction.
I ignore them. Not worth my trouble. I'm an adult. Hondtard and Acuratard pass me when I hit the 680 on the left and right. BZZZZzzzz. Gone. Good. I am halfway to Livermore when they blast out of the onramp and attempt to box me in. Acuratard is revving his engine and pointing forward. Hondtard is slowing down in front of me.
#$%^ it. I've had enough.
I stuff it down into third gear, opened all 455 cubic inches wide open, almost rear-ended Hondtard and swerved directly at Acuratard. I broke the rear tires loose at 70 mph, as Acuratard was busy downshifting trying to get enough speed to catch me.
I dusted these little #$%^suckers so bad they simply disappeared. I got off on the Livermore exit and waited for them at the on ramp. Some of their own game. Right back atcha homies.
I let them see me. Then I smoked the tires brutally and violently out of the ramp so that they would know I was ****** and coming for them. I knew the Honda was slow, so I ignored him and brought it down right on the Acura's bumper. I got within an inch of this terrified teenager's butt, popped on the high beams and gunned the motor. I mashed the gas in third and was threatening to bump him. 90, 100, 110... He couldn't get away from me.
He waved for me to pass. Hondtard was WAAYYY back ssomewhere. Acuratard was scared and beaten and he knew it. I pulled alongside. I motioned for him to roll down his window. I screamed and pointed. He backed way off. I stuck my finger in the air and screamed "#$%^ you!" and dumped it, quickly accelerating to 130 mph until I couldn't see them anymore.
Later that evening, as I told my fiancee ("You're a juvenile nitwit, you could have killed those kids and you're going to **** off the neighbors!"). I heard two chainsaws idle up very slowly to my house. Holy @#$%. It's a drive by. These #$%^ers want to kill me. A knock on the door. I answer it, ready to beat some fake gangsta ***** if I have to.
They want to see my car now. "Do you have NOS? Is it a Hemi?"
Tards. Get lost.
Clown car is still on the road, but now homie g wants to learn about the "ode skoo".
If you see this car, put a sticker on it. He seems to like them, and thinks they made the car cooler. Then dust his butt once for good measure.
You simply have to see this kid's car to believe it. If your car looks retarded and it's fast, cool. Then you can look a little stupid and get away with it. But this thing looks like it was dropped off at the special education shop class and built by retards, and it's not even quick.
In honor of Dale "pimpdaddyhustla" Richardson, class of 2006 and his clown car, I dedicate this to you. Let me take you for a ride once you feel you are man enough. I see you stepped up to the plate and lost big time. I'm willing to help you install the "noss" and the "v-tecs" and let you try again.
acewiza
I think your neighbor was in the New VW commercial
"Unpimp" my ride
dont feel bad , we have all the stupid ricers up here with their Civics and acuras with VTEC( Very Thrashed Economy Car) stickers all over em and dumb *ss wings and body kits. Unfortunately for them, the salt usually takes its toll on them and they either blow the engines or the rust finishes the job.
I think your neighbor was in the New VW commercial
"Unpimp" my ride
dont feel bad , we have all the stupid ricers up here with their Civics and acuras with VTEC( Very Thrashed Economy Car) stickers all over em and dumb *ss wings and body kits. Unfortunately for them, the salt usually takes its toll on them and they either blow the engines or the rust finishes the job.
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