Today while on my way home from running errands I had a late model 240sx run up on me. This car was wicked nasty and the exhaust looked like a rocket booster from Apollo 13. I was cruising leisurely (sp?) at around 75 when he decides to fly up next to me. He stays there for around 5 - 10 seconds while his passenger, who had his face crammed full of hamburger, pointed and gauked at my car. Then the next thing I know he takes off and throws his flashers on me.
I wasn't going to let that happen so I dropped into 3rd and came up very quick. He looked surprised and acted like he didn't wanna go. To make a long story short, I drug his ass from 85 - 140. I had a good 10 cars on him when I let off. Of course you can all guess what happened next. Yes I got the infamous ricer fly by once again with the flashers. This time I just let him enjoy the moment. :P