Yeah, yeah I know, I posted a kill sotry today already, but this is to show you the difference between a cool WRX/STi owner, and a ricer. I am at Elsie (actually where Mack Road turns into Elsie) I hear a whinny sound over MY engine?! Then another, this one loader yet, but a lower tone. *Sniff*Sniff* I smell RICE! So the jackasses line up by eachother, I am in the far right lane that merges (I begin to think, if one of these idiots, hits my car!...) So they start revving on each other, One sounding like a Bean party colloboration, and the other one sounded like a jet engine overheating, ready to explode. So I join in to let them hear what a REAL car sounds like. The jackass in the lane next to me turns down his techno (why must he fit the stero type so well?) and yells out his window "Not you foo, just me and dis n*gga over here...) Now I HATE when fellow black people even use that word, so I act like I didn't hear him and I start revving up anyways. They both edge up on the line to see if I'd bite (I was smart enough to stay off the line so they thought I wouldn't go) I let them take off, then I punch it and pass them both just before the merge with my middle finger flying like a flag. I start swiriving through all 3 lanes with my hazards on then I slowed down to let them catch up. I yell out my window "You guys SMELL that?!... It's BURNT RICE!" then I peel (not on purpose) And felt damn good to do in a group of no good ricers by givin' them a taste of thier own medicine. Enough ranting, I am tired, and all my little antics left me with a 1/4 tank Keep it on the track guys, but if someone disrespects ya ride, look for da clearin' and show em who's boss!