kill stories

About 10 years ago when the ricer craze was just warming up it seems they all wanted to get a piece of the Swinger. Back in the early ricer days most of them weren't very fast at all (not that they're all rocket ships these days). I smoked so many Civics and Integras it eventually got boring, so it got to the point where I stopped entertaining them.

Well one evening late in the season I was in a bit of a mood, and some guy in a Civic pulls up to a red light with me. Typical scenario... he starts revving up his engine hopping his car forward a bit. I could hear he was turbo charged, but I put many of those on the shelf before so I wasn't worried. The light turns green and we both launch pretty evenly. It wasn't so even after that... it quickly became apparent that I was outmatched. By the time I got to the top of second gear he was killing me. He had me by at least 10 cars, probably more.

Feeling mighty embarrassed and knowing I'm toasted I ease off the throttle. He keeps giving it for a few seconds, and right when he was near the top of third gear there's a massive BOOM and white smokes starts pouring out from under his hood. By the time I catch up with him I had slowed down to about 45 mph as he's rolling to a stop at the side of the road. I give him a super sarcastic thumbs up as I'm going by him, while he's in full rage mode, shaking his fist and giving me the finger.

I only wish every race I lost ended up like that!