Let me preface this post by saying that this is not a "cobra-kill" kinda of story... it's more of a "stupid-kids-pissed-me-off" kinda story...
So, there I am going on a nice Sunday Drive last night in complete chill mode doing 40 in a 40. Then a car of kids in a gallant fly by get in front of me hit the brakes and turn on their flashers.
"Hell no!" my buddy says. "I know they didn't just do a ricer fly-by!"
I just stay in gear and get on it a little and just pass them. We get to the light with two left turn lanes; I'm in the right lane - the kids in the left lane.
Someone from the back asked, "Whatcha got?"
"Exhaust and a couple other things," I respond.
"Wanna race?" he asked.
I just smile.
We turn left and I waved out the window and told 'em, "Go ahead, I'll give you a head start."
They took off (and I use that phrase VERY loosely) and I just slowly went through first, shifted softly into second, and slowy excellerated until I was at about 3500 RPMs. I went full throttle and left em. I was at about 90 when i shut it down and they were about 5 buses behind - and I mean regular size buses, not the short ones they rode to school. Easy kill, I know... my remote control Scooby probably would have taken them. I just thought I would post my first "ricer fly-by" experience in hopes that others will share theirs.