So, I encountered this car on my way back from Cincinnati today. Factory blue with huge Summit Racing decals taking up the entire side of the car. Ground effects (fucked up in the front) with center exit exhaust in the back, and a window sticker in the back, saying something to the effect of "no rice needed" or something. Funny, because the car was all rice.
I would think that Summit would like to control their image, and that most tools wont put someones logo that big up the side of their car for free....anyone know this car?
Why do I bring this up? He was, by far the biggest, most flagrant asshole ricer I have encountered in recent memory. Constantly in and out of traffic. Never settling on a speed. When I first saw him, he seemed to be following/playing with a yellow H3 (behaving the same). Cutting people off, flybyes, etc. I was cruising at 90 and eventually got by them.
Fast forward to I-17 and flint road. The H3 is gone, got off some where. This fuckstick in the saturn works his magin on me. Flies up on the right, then cuts over into my assured clear distance in the classic ricer "OMG I want to oversteer" lane change. I'm pissed, I stay on his ass until the mustang holding us up moves. He tries to take off and doesn't come close to pulling away. I wiggle the wheel in a "c'mon I can go faster, I though you were in a hurry" gesture. So of course he brake checks me and flips me off. No worries, my left foot has been hovering over my brake since I first saw the guy. He, of course, matches speed with the stang that we should have gotten around, for the sake of blocking me in. So I lane change over 2 lanes and pass the pair on the right.
Now he wants to race me. Lets lay this out so you get the idiocy and slowness. Were in the greelawn curve, I'm in the far right lane, he's in the far left. He floors his car, clears the mustang and zips in front of him to get next to me. Think about that; FWD going 80 mph, and darts from the inside of a curve to the outside. He's asking to kiss the center divider.
Luckily, the car was pathetically slow, and my 4300lb 6cyl British ass clears him and forgets him without ever seeing 100. I stay on to 315, he darts off (again) to stay with 71.
I have not seen ricing like this in a long time, seriously. I want to know who this dick is so I can laugh in his face.