This really isn't much of a kill since it really was no contest. I just really....REALLY...hate little Rice Kids.
I'm in my shorts and my comfy slippers - not my bear paw slippers - and am finishing up grocery shopping. I'm sitting at the light of the Fred Meyer parking lot behind a really nice A6 when a riced out Accord across the way guns it out of the Target parking lot in front of us, spewing hatred from it's rabid 4 (or maybe even 6 cylinder...I don't care enough to really pay attention to these things.) Ok, no problem. I end up behind it at the light going to the freeway. Light goes green, and the car takes off. I don't think he's on the gas, but then again neither am I. I'm not following too closely - just putting along, wanting to get home before the ice cream melts.
The little prick decides to hit his brakes. I don't care how far off you are, you see brake lights and reflex is to find yours...and in a hurry. So I do, then they gun it.
You see, this is the start of them becoming snake bait.
So I sit smack dab on their tail until the 2nd lane appears in the corner. I pass them easily in 2nd going into 3rd, get up to speed, and wait for them to come up on my tail. They choose to hang back until the carpool lane opens up with some additional lanes. I'm waiting...just waiting at 60 in 4th gear. I'm not even going to shift for them - they're not worth depressing my clutch. They move into the right-hand lane and start to speed up. At least I think they did - you really couldn't tell.
Smell that? I do. Ricer fly-by attempt.
Just as they get to my rear quarter I give it some gas. Right up to 80 and then brake. I see their headlights and can make out the grille. I slow down. So do they. They take the next exit.
Like I said, not really a kill, more of a "Don't EVER do that to me again, you little morons." I wish they would've flipped me "gang signs" or something (yeah, rich little Redmond kids with ugly cars) but what can ya do? Some kids just need to learn respect.
I'm in my shorts and my comfy slippers - not my bear paw slippers - and am finishing up grocery shopping. I'm sitting at the light of the Fred Meyer parking lot behind a really nice A6 when a riced out Accord across the way guns it out of the Target parking lot in front of us, spewing hatred from it's rabid 4 (or maybe even 6 cylinder...I don't care enough to really pay attention to these things.) Ok, no problem. I end up behind it at the light going to the freeway. Light goes green, and the car takes off. I don't think he's on the gas, but then again neither am I. I'm not following too closely - just putting along, wanting to get home before the ice cream melts.
The little prick decides to hit his brakes. I don't care how far off you are, you see brake lights and reflex is to find yours...and in a hurry. So I do, then they gun it.
You see, this is the start of them becoming snake bait.
So I sit smack dab on their tail until the 2nd lane appears in the corner. I pass them easily in 2nd going into 3rd, get up to speed, and wait for them to come up on my tail. They choose to hang back until the carpool lane opens up with some additional lanes. I'm waiting...just waiting at 60 in 4th gear. I'm not even going to shift for them - they're not worth depressing my clutch. They move into the right-hand lane and start to speed up. At least I think they did - you really couldn't tell.
Smell that? I do. Ricer fly-by attempt.
Just as they get to my rear quarter I give it some gas. Right up to 80 and then brake. I see their headlights and can make out the grille. I slow down. So do they. They take the next exit.
Like I said, not really a kill, more of a "Don't EVER do that to me again, you little morons." I wish they would've flipped me "gang signs" or something (yeah, rich little Redmond kids with ugly cars) but what can ya do? Some kids just need to learn respect.
