At about 1am last night on the way home from Planet 9 Ball there was a black Integra that I was behind. We caught a few lights together and I would leave slow but he would never give any indication that he wanted to play. We get on the Veterans and he pulls up next to me and is looking over...I just sit there and open my cutout and he takes off thinking that I downshifted and got on it.....and he gives me the damn hazards . Frances and I are both laughing and I figure I should teach this poor soul a lesson. I pull up next to him, roll the window down and motion for him to go whenever he wants...he doesnt. So we catch the light at Kennedy and I am trying to tell him to go whenever he wants from the light, I'll wait for him but he won't put the window down and just keeps looking over trying to act hard. I pull out very slowly from the light and he spins, I wait and am waving him on...telling him to go. He finally gets on it without spinning so I wait until he is next to me before hammering it. This was the best part...I break all 4 tire loose and start to crabwalk sideways while putting multiple cars on him. We both let out and he follows me onto Westshore where he continues trying to race, gives me a flyby, etc...All in all I got a damn good laugh out of the whole thing.

And to the owner of the black Integra with Altezza tails and a crooked rear wing and the plate "NUTTER"...I'm sorry, for so many reasons.

 

 

ha ha. i know that guy. boy im going to rag on him for this. ricer fly by. good kill billy!!

 

I figured someone on here would know the guy. Don't be to hard on him, he did give me a good laugh. I wouldn't have even bothered running him if he hadn't of given me the flashers when I never even tipped into the throttle...he brought it on himself.