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"Ricer fly by" - I love that phrase - lemme guess, after you've smoked 'em, that's the pass they make after you've slowed down?
Had that happen last weekend - entering the PA Turnpike (I-476, NE Extension) at Quakertown, heading North, I ended up behind a bright yellow Cavalier coupe base model, sky high wing, VERY cheesy and cheap ground effects, stock wheels and tires (of course), and a $20 ebay muffler hanging at a 60 degree downward angle because (I guess) the guy didn't want to cut a hole in his high-dollar plastic. The car sounded terrible.
I pulled up behind him, noticed that his buddy had looked back at me, and said something, and the guy tromped on it....we were going about 30-35 through the twisty on ramp....I got clear for the turnpike, he nailed it, I nailed it, and with him at full throttle, I blew him off like he was carrying 1800 lbs of lumber...
His car sounded crazy, like a Yugo with a glasspack..I walked off for a ways. Bear in mind, I was in the car (at 275), my wife (thin), and my oldest son (220)....and I flat embarrassed him.
Once I settled down to 70 or so, he screamed up on me (after 3-4 minutes to catch me) and as he passed, depressed his clutch and revved it a few times...
We were laughing so hard, we had tears in our eyes, even my wife, and she doesn't like all this "car crap"...
This guy was the ULTIMATE ricer and did that same ricer fly by...
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