I think I found a group of people worse than ricers the other night. I was driving my 4.7 down to my girlfriends house when I was passes by an early 90's Buick Le Sabre, in very bad condition. Then I was passed by a late 80's Oldsmobile Cutlass Sierra, also in bad condition. They stayed behind each other so at the light I got next to the Le Sabre, I was changing the radio station when the light turned green and he gunned it. I would have loved just to laugh at him but he might have thought he was beating a Ram, so I gunned it. I caught him and passed him about 40 and I let off at 60, but he kept coming at me to do a fly by so I gunned it again so he couldn't get past me. I start to feel stupid because I'm doing 90 down the street because I'm racing a Buick Le Sabre. He eventually slowed down so I did to. This goes on for about 10 minutes because I am stubborn and refuse to lose or give up. Now I see the Cutlass coming up on me. At this point I should have been at my girlfriends five minutes ago but I had to deal with these two idiots first. The Cutlass and I go several times with me of course winning every time. Then the Le Sabre comes back for more, he races me from a roll sveral times, each time I give him a bigger and bigger head start. Eventually I gave him too big of a head start and I could barely hang with him, he looked satisfied with himself, I on the other hand I was pissed. We stop at a red light and I power brake it and pound on the gas at the green light, smoking him horribly, it was bad. He turned off the road.

 

You were right, that was sad.[sm=itsok.gif]