Yesterday I was cruising around with my girlfriend, my buddy Jeff and his little lady picking up job applications around town for the girls. Not in the Mustang. We pull up to a stoplight next to riced out Civic, body kit, huge fart can, turbo badges and those obnoxious yellow LED lights. There's no traffic for three blocks in front or behind us and I'm curious to see if it actually has a turbo so I look over, he revs, I don't. I take off slow, I get up to the speed limit (45) before the next red light.
Here's where things got stupid. The next block is now full of traffic, the guy is next to me revving away with his annoying fart can. I go at a usual speed but he's hanging way back behind me doing about 15. We hear the sound of hornets furiously humping (he had to be redlining) and he goes blowing by me at around 75 and starts weaving through traffic almost hitting a semi-truck.
Why on earth would someone wait until there's TRAFFIC to flex their car? Not to mention we heard a gear pop as he did his ricer fly by. I was laughing to myself for a good fifteen minutes afterward, but seriously, this guy was an idiot and its just luck he didn't start an accident with his stupid stunt.
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'90 LX 5.0 rag top Hotchkis control arms, Eibach springs, AOD with a shift kit, Magnaflow mufflers, Fluidyne racing radiator, 4.11's, sitting on 16x8's all around.
Stupid and dangerous ricer 
