dearest ricer in the silver eclipse,
yeah, you look like hot shit barking your tires pulling out of the parking spot. i hope the floozy in the backseat laughed her ass off when you were later passed by a girl that pulled out after you did driving a station wagon.
I adore ricers; they almost never fail to make my day. Saw one going down the freeway the other day, and his body kit was so loose it was flapping in the wind.
I read somewhere that statistically, the Eclipse is one of the girliest cars on the road these days. I forget the exact number, but something like 80% of 'em are owned by women.
try the miata. i don't think i've ever seen a penis in one of those unless it belonged to a gay man.
ricers just piss me off, because they never modify the engine and just slap on a catback and think that makes their car faster when it's lowering their hp (and it's not like a stock civic has much hp to begin with), and the ever famous "let's put a spoiler on the back of a front wheel drive car".
i do enjoy racing them at redlights and watching their balls shrink when this old ass civic wagon leaves them in the dust. it warms my black little heart.