wdtiger
02-13-2006, 07:30 AM
My first kill is a ricer kill. Having just picked up my bone-stock Z28 A4 a month ago and being in Alaska, it's been parked in my garage just waiting for the roads to thaw out. Oh sure, i've taken in on tours down the street a couple of times, and to the store, but with nothing but ice on the roads, i never dared to punch the throttle.
We've recently had some warm air from Hawaii head our way, sending the temps soaring into the low 40's (hey, after a month of 0-5 degree days, 40 is soaring). The main roads are all melted, but still wet (parking lots and less traveled side roads are still buried in ice). This warm air won't stay for long, so yesterday, Sunday, i pull her out from hibernation.
I cruise for a few hours, hitting every red light i could. Checking for cops, i'd roll the throttle on the green as best i could without spinning the wheels. A few hard 1-2 shifts were all i was looking for. I didn't want to race anyone, i'd prefer to keep it to the track, but it seemed like everyone and their mother wanted to try to dig me. I shrugged them all off, i'm cruising to enjoy the ride.
Then it happened, i got that one guy that just wouldn't leave me alone, keeps giving me the fly-by, throwing some revs at me. Stereotypical ricer. Big fart-can exhaust, wheels that are so big they can only hurt performance (which is doubly odd since most people roll on stock wheels or cheap steelies this time of year) and some big decal splashed on the front windshield from some manufacturer for some part that i have no doubt doesn't even exist on his car. Best of all, it's a 90-93 Acura Integra. Well hell, i own one myself, i know what they're capable of... or not capable of. He slowed so he could buzz by me again, this time there were no other cars around. I saw him accelerate and when he was beside my rear bumper, i dropped the hammer, waking the LS1 up. By the time he was at my door, my speed matched his then i pulled away. Up ahead, the next light flickered yellow. We both stop.
This little ricer, give him credit, because he was not deterred. My little demonstration was not enough. He threw more revs at me, determined to get a race in before the sun fell. Ah, what the hell, traffic was light and no cops in sight. I popped my A4 into neutral and tossed a rev back to let him know i was game. The light went green and once again, i rolled the throttle on as best i could. Half-way through 1st gear and it was floored, the ricer rapidly falling away. 2nd gear hit and my Z lunged forward like it wanted more. But, i knew better, i was already at 50mph with 60 coming fast. I backed out, i'm sure the ricer got the point, but he still did the loser-fly-by, apparently with the throttle still slammed open judging by the buzzing noise of his fart-can.
I was a few blocks from home, so i turned off on the next street and pulled it back into my garage... sort of, the parking lot is still iced over and i got stuck as i backed it in. lol. Had to get a friend push me out. :o
Oh well, got my first kill. Can't wait to hit the track! :cool:
We've recently had some warm air from Hawaii head our way, sending the temps soaring into the low 40's (hey, after a month of 0-5 degree days, 40 is soaring). The main roads are all melted, but still wet (parking lots and less traveled side roads are still buried in ice). This warm air won't stay for long, so yesterday, Sunday, i pull her out from hibernation.
I cruise for a few hours, hitting every red light i could. Checking for cops, i'd roll the throttle on the green as best i could without spinning the wheels. A few hard 1-2 shifts were all i was looking for. I didn't want to race anyone, i'd prefer to keep it to the track, but it seemed like everyone and their mother wanted to try to dig me. I shrugged them all off, i'm cruising to enjoy the ride.
Then it happened, i got that one guy that just wouldn't leave me alone, keeps giving me the fly-by, throwing some revs at me. Stereotypical ricer. Big fart-can exhaust, wheels that are so big they can only hurt performance (which is doubly odd since most people roll on stock wheels or cheap steelies this time of year) and some big decal splashed on the front windshield from some manufacturer for some part that i have no doubt doesn't even exist on his car. Best of all, it's a 90-93 Acura Integra. Well hell, i own one myself, i know what they're capable of... or not capable of. He slowed so he could buzz by me again, this time there were no other cars around. I saw him accelerate and when he was beside my rear bumper, i dropped the hammer, waking the LS1 up. By the time he was at my door, my speed matched his then i pulled away. Up ahead, the next light flickered yellow. We both stop.
This little ricer, give him credit, because he was not deterred. My little demonstration was not enough. He threw more revs at me, determined to get a race in before the sun fell. Ah, what the hell, traffic was light and no cops in sight. I popped my A4 into neutral and tossed a rev back to let him know i was game. The light went green and once again, i rolled the throttle on as best i could. Half-way through 1st gear and it was floored, the ricer rapidly falling away. 2nd gear hit and my Z lunged forward like it wanted more. But, i knew better, i was already at 50mph with 60 coming fast. I backed out, i'm sure the ricer got the point, but he still did the loser-fly-by, apparently with the throttle still slammed open judging by the buzzing noise of his fart-can.
I was a few blocks from home, so i turned off on the next street and pulled it back into my garage... sort of, the parking lot is still iced over and i got stuck as i backed it in. lol. Had to get a friend push me out. :o
Oh well, got my first kill. Can't wait to hit the track! :cool: