personally, i wish the ricers would just stick to the economy-based midsizes and compacts and leave the sportier cars alone. you can have your civics, your CRX's, your accords, and hey, even the Sentra, but back off the Prelude, the Eclipse, and the 240.... well, i guess the eclipse is borderline. whatever. just yesterday i saw a riced-out z32... chrome wheels, visor on the rearview, fat dual fartcans, Autozone-quality
[email protected] GrApHixXx. it was sick. and yet, when i saw a late eighties Civic hatch done up in the same manner, i just blew it off as an everyday thing. he revved, i gave the finger, he called me a pussy, i smoked his ass, and he learned a lesson, or at least should have.
i hate the publicity the 240sx gets, although, unfortunately, that's kind of hypocritical of me since i first learned of the 240sx's existence and potential through an old SCC article... =\
to tell you the truth, it's not so much the riced out nissans that bother me so much as it is riced out cars in general. and it's not really the riced out cars themselves but the QUANITY of riced out cars. they're everywhere. it used to be i'd drive down the street without seeing an odd-colored, buzzing travesty of a vehicle flying through traffic. now, it's not just every day i see one, it's every trip i make. i see 10, 20 riceburners a day, and they're never repeats. i live in St. Louis, not SoCal! it's disturbing how well ricing out a car serves it's purpose: to make you look cool to the majority of people around you, and score girls. while we, the anti-ricer folk, bitch about how stupid ricers are, they're out in their gay-ass cars picking up girls and looking cool to all people except us and people that seem to hate cars and young people in general. and, as long as the mass population is uneducated to the pointlessness of the ricers' so-called "mods", they'll keep looking cool and getting girls. my fantasy is the day a guy in a CRX with a big can on his exhaust revs at a stoplight next to a hot girl in some Taurus or whatever, and she just laughs at him and then sarcastically asks how many horses he thinks he added with that awesome muffler. then, she proceds to explain how queer his little econopile is, how stupid visors are, how his chrome wiper nozzles are incredibly stupid looking, how he's only hindering performance by cutting his springs... and then wraps it up by telling him she's disgusted by his car, because somewhere some old lady is missing her bingo shuttle. oh, and then she guns it and whips his ass with her taurus. yeah, that'd be cool.