Me and my buddy were going out Saturday to the Tipperary Inn and as I was going down 635 here come two ricers down the onramp (one following the other). They're screwing around, punching it as they come down the ramp. The one lets the other get alongside him as he gets on the freeway (traffic was surprisingly light), they slow down to about 50 (as did I) getting ready to run each other. I pulled up next to the one on the left and he flashes his lights. (You can ask Allen and Dustin how good this thing downshifts. It'll snap your head back pretty good for a 4WD.) As soon as he flashes his lights, we all three nail it. I smoked them. Both. I didn't tie them. I didn't slowly pull away. I didn't gradually pull away.

I SMOKED them. It was totally exhillarating. I kept on it until about 95± (probably more "+" ) and let off and it took them both a second to catch up, where in typical ricer fashion, they both blew by me.

But it was fine. I toasted both of them WITH another guy in the truck. Perfect boys night out. Smoke a couple of ricers, drink a couple beers. Ahhhh.