So, I'm tooling along one of suburban Chicago's expressways today in light traffic, in the left lane going about 80 mph - right with the left lane flow, and this jackass in a silver EVO comes up behind me, is like 3 feet from my rear bumper and flashing his brights.

Now, in front of me are three cars, and next to me are two semi's so I've got nowhere to go and no ability to speed up. So I gently ease off the speed a few mph to buy me more room in front in case things suddenly require braking (a good basic defensive driving maneuver - no use of the brakes to brush him back or anything). Well, this just makes him INSANE. He's bobbing and weaving back there and I think he's going have a heart attack or something.

Then, the barest of openings opens to my right next to the trucks and he squirts into that, then darts to the right, around the front truck and pulls up in front of the truck, then slows down to the speed of the trucks ... which is 5 mph slower than me.

I just stay in my lane and stay on my pace and traffic takes me by him - as I go past he pumps his fist and points and laughs like he thinks we were racing or something!

I motor on past without reacting and in another half mile the traffic opens up and I slide over to the middle lane a hundred or so yards in front of him. The left lane is now open next to me. The EVO jackass suddenly comes ROCKETING up behind me and at the last second, jinks over into the left lane and flies past me, staying on the gun for about 1/4 mile more. Then he slows back down and drops into the middle lane again - about 5mph slower than me.

I keep going my 80 mph and slowly overtake him and slide by on the left again as if he's "just another car" and again, he does the "I owned you" dance from his driver's seat. And again after I get out about 200 or so yards from him he goes rocketing by.

Thankfully, I was at my exit at this point and just took the exit.

I'm sure he's posting in the EVO forum about how he just OWNED an RX-8 today on the road.

Reality is, had I gone against him, he's have chewed me alive. But parked side by side, my car would get far more interest than his box with wings.

Anyone else experience idiots like this? I occasionally get challenged at stoplights but it's usually some dork in a riced up automatic Civic.

 

I had 4 guys in a GMC Sonoma rev on me awhile back. Then another mommy in an Expedition. I dun get it...

 

Ahhhhh the ricer fly-by

 

Yeah--I just don't take the bait--especially now that I'm not in an FD anymore. I just act like I'm too 'preoccupied' with driving to race . When I had my FD I had to just flat out tell a dude--'Say man I have ticket out on me already" even though I could have killed his boosted Integra.

 

That's kind of a variation of the "ricer fly-by," I guess.

 

Just another idiot on the road...not worth the hassle. Being an old guy now (40) this doesn't bother me as far as the other hguy being faster. However if I had my kids in the car at the time and that jack-*** was pulling that crap. It would take all my patience not to stop the car and beat the **** out of him!

I did all my street racing when I was young and foolish. Now I enjoy the car for what it is. I knew what I was getting when I bought it. I didn't want a crotch rocket.

Its so stupid. That guy in the EVo thinks he's so dam fast against us but wouldn't rev higher than 2500 if a nice sport bike pulled up beside him....wait, he's was a dumb-***. He probably would try and race it too.

 

Pretty immature of him. He's trying to race someone who's not racing back. What an idiot. He needs a ticket for reckless driving. Just a stupid ricer bonehead he is.

 

I think it was pretty funny in retrospect. I didn't vary my speed more than 3-4 mph over the five miles he was there, and he just kept rocketing up, flying by and then drifiting back. You'd think he'd get the message after the first one. But noooo ....

I like that "ricer fly by".

 

Fortunately my way to work and back is limited to 120 km/h and jammed all the time. So I often sit betwen two trucks, rolling at constant speeds that the truck drivers aim to keep and wonder about the morons in the left lane who ain't a single bit faster but try to kill a set of brake pads on a 60 km drive.

Here and then you have the typical BMW / Audi / Mercedes driver who's a bit nervous. Of course Porsche drivers could smoke an 8 easily and they're quite frequent here. Funny thing is, I find them even more often in the right lane than myself, they obviously don't care, since they know they can overtake anything and everyone else knows that too.

The only guy who really provoked me is probably deaf since that day. SLK230. Red light leading out to an open road. I launched slooowly and then overtook him exactly at 9000 rpm first gear and he had the roof down.

Pretty immature of me, but then ...

 

it happened to me on saturday morning...a ***** in a wrx tried to gate me...my destination wasn't to far so i didn't mess around then he pulls up next to me to try to race...but there was my destination to the right side...i pulled into a cemetary to visit a family member...bet he felt like an ***....haha

 

Funny. The other day Im on the NJ Turnpike trying to make good time (I wont say how fast I was going b/c people like Samsonite have nothing better to do than examine my life), and this guy with a wife and 2 kids in the back of an M3 sees me fly by him. This idiot decides to start racing and starts weaving in and out of traffic doing about 130 mph. His two kids are looking back at me the entire time. Now if there was no traffic and if I hadn't just gotten a speeding ticket, i may have tried to run with him. he passes me, then slows down, lets me pass him, and then does the same thing again. His two kids are looking back at me the entire time. So now I have to look out for cops and this idiot who is weaving in and out of cars behind me. He did this like three times. I guess he wanted to show me that his car was faster. The guy had to reach at least 140 mph and he had two kids in the back of the car. Sometimes I just want to get an FD for these silly people.

 

I was searching EVO forums; to see if I could find your 'kill' - Didn't, but some of the comments amaze me. You'd think people who could afford an EVO wouldn't be such children?


To be fair, the Evo owners from the UK seemed to be more well-rounded in terms of appreciating cars for what they are.

 

This is a re-post but Its relevant to the thread. This really did happen to me.
This happened in Calgary Alberta Canada.



I’m so happy; I had to share this with all you.

After all those frustrating drives home from work, I finally had a drive home that put a smile on my face. (Its still there)

As I was coming down 16th ave heading west, I came up on the bumper of some dude in his big Chevy truck; you’ve all seen him…chrome side steps, tinted windows, big Chevy sticker in the back window…probably paid over 50 large for his 4x4 that has never seen dirt let alone off-road.

Well we start to merge onto North bound Stoney Trail. He was dog’n it, after all there was some snow on the ground so he couldn’t do over 40kph (24.8mph). So I merge and head to the far left-hand lane to get around this guy. Well, being the self-appointed traffic cop of North West Calgary, he cuts me off and takes the far left lane and goes a blistering 55kph (34mph). So I hang there for a while and then when the traffic speeds up in the right-hand lane, I take that lane. As soon as I do this, he speeds up….a lot! So I go back to the left lane behind him. He immediately slows down. So this time I am closer to him but by all means not riding his bumper because I have the kids in the car. He then cranks the brakes, but being the dip-sh*t he is, he doesn’t realize that my beater Neon that is lighter and has 4 snow tires, will stop much quicker than his truck.

If I didn’t have the kids with me, my language would have turned very sour at this point. So I go back to the right –hand lane again. He speeds way up. I let him get far ahead and then go back to the left lane. The putz sees this in his rear view mirror and slows down AGAIN!

So we approach the lights at Nose Hill Drive and Stoney Trail. He sees that the yellow warning lights for the up coming traffic lights just started flashing. So he slows down more to time it that he makes it through the light and I don’t. As we approach the intersection he must be still watching me, because when the light turns yellow, he hesitates just a moment and then guns it…….

RIGHT INTO A CAR THAT WAS MAKING A LEFT HAND TURN INTO THE INTERSECTION!

He saw it at the last second and hit his brakes and plowed right into the right-side front quarter panel of some Japanese car. I almost pissed my pants, I was so happy. I sat at the red light watching him get out of his big bad truck and survey the damage. Being the first person in line, I took off from the green light very slowly honking my horn and displaying the “fickle finger of Fate award” (middle finger) over the roof of my car as not to set a bad example to the kids. I can’t really describe the look on his face other than to say if he has a cat at home; it is probably dead by now.

I don’t think I will ever have a more satisfying drive home again, unless I am driving a Ferrari……Na, this would still be better!!!



you see.....bad karma has a way of catcjing up to people.

 

Yeah, I was at a stop light the other day and this guy next to me in a delivery truck started reving his engine. I thought, "WTF?" Seriously, I could take him, so why even try. Well, the light turned green and he bolted, well as fast as he could get the big ole thing through the intersection. I just started accelerating normally, then realized that I had to make a right at the next intersection and he was to the right of me. So, I laid the pedal down to the floor board but he was still overtaking me! Soon, I saw the rear of his truck, the big roll up door wide open with nothing inside. I got off the gas, changed lanes, made my turn. My little '91 Yoda P/U just didn't have the gumption that day. He better watch out next time if I'm in my '8. :D BTW, yes, it's a true story.

 

Should have cut your flashers on when you passed him :D

 

Had a guy in an Elise screw around with me last night on Lake Shore Drive here in Chicago. He picked the perfect time, though - rush hour.

 

Sunday a riced up Civic pulls up to me on the left, I have the cruise control set at 68. He toys with his accelerator pedal trying to get me to make a run of it. I just keep my cruise on. Then we come up on stopped traffic on the highway, flares everywhere and every emergency vehicle within the county there. Looked bad as we got closer. There was a station wagon in the ditch upside down and it looked like a pretzel. Evidence of Jaws of Life also to free the occupants. The guy in the Civic let me pull in front of him to get by - thanks that was a first from a ricer for me. Then as soon as we get around the mess, he comes flying up and passes me again, cuts in front of me, crosses all the way right to hit the off ramp. As soon as he gets off the gas, a huge cloud of burnt piston ring smoke bellows from the fart mufflers. HE hangs the corner and just barely made it. I kept going and just laughed my *** off. I could have taken that exit ramp without hitting the brakes no problem - we do have them beat in more ways than they realize.

 

My favorite challenge was from some guy in some anonymous, huge SUV (I'm a car guy, but I could care less about those monsters)...the guy was revving the whole time we were at the light and inching forward like a madmad and when the light went green the truck took off howling and bellowing like some sort of sickly demon. After waiting for him to get a bit away from me (mostly because my area is crawling with cops and I knew I'd be the one to get the street racing ticket), I took off no harder than I normally do and my car just happily kept up with him...didn't push it, so I didn't gain any ground on him, but for the amount of work that truck was putting down, you'd think he would have put some distance on me. I really don't understand what the SUV crowd's fascination is with racing this car.

 

Actually my old Civic-390hp would easily chew an EVO VIII apart. But would I ever want to drive it around and pick up business clients in a Civic? Hells no.

The other car owners could brag about whatever the heck they want... in the end, there will always be cars much faster than them.

 

Weird, that's what I think when this forum starts bashing other cars
*cough Mustang *cough
*cough SRT-4 *cough
*cough S2000 *cough
*cough 350Z *cough
:D

 

hahaha same kinda thing happend to me . I was at a light and a little kid in a car (just got his license) is with his friends (full car). He's in a 1987 toyota corola LOL ! . I didn't even bother.

Then He takes off at teh light am i'm driving normal . HE pulls up to the next light and starts reving his engine. I just looked at him and laughed. He got upset and took off again .

Next light . He's doing it again . I roll my window down and ask him if he has an itch. He said "no". I then said "what the f@ck are you going to do with that thinG"

The kids put his window up and drove off with all his friends laughing at him .

 

That's a CLASSIC!

 

I had a similar experience, only I was the guy in the 88 Jetta. That car rocked by the way, and I don't want to hear different :p. I frequently reved the engine at Porsches, a viper, a 550, and various other sports cars, often with all my freinds in the car. Then I would drop the clutch and emerge from a puff of black smoke going about 10 km/h with my engine sounding like it was about to explode. Good times, everyone always got a good laugh out of it, including the other car.

The best time was when I went to an auto cross event. I met a buddy there and we co-drove a 944. I put on a full LEAF nomex racing suit in red and had my helmet and everything, but didn't take it off for the ride home. I was cruising around in this full race attire with a freind in the jetta pretending to race everything, it was one of the funiest days of my life. I often leaned way out the window so the other driver could hear me yelling out my helmet at stoplights and pointing...the soccer moms were dying of laughter. Good times.

 

The worst was when I was in my FD coming from seeing the 1st Fast and the Furious film--it was like I had a bullseye on me. Did you guys know that Lincoln Town cars street race I didn't take the bait--I just wanted to get home in one piece. :p

 

Princeton, NJ (some years ago): I casually took a right on a red onto Alexander Road, a one-lane-each-way city street with a 30 mph limit. I glance in the mirror and see a black Jag barreling down at me from a quarter of a mile away or so, so naturally I check my MPH and make sure I'm right at 30. He pulls right up on my ***, keeps sliding to the left, but there's steady traffic and he can't pass. I'm watching this middle aged guy turn red--clearly he thinks I've taken that right turn "in front of him" and blocked his way. Meanwhile, despite my modest speed, I'm gaining on a nondescript sedan. When I'm a few car lengths behind, the Jag sees a gap, jumps on the gas, and bolts around me and the car ahead, WOT. I notice the guy ahead of me reaching down, then out his window, popping a cherry top above his head. He takes off after the Jag, lights flashing and siren blowing. A minute later the unmarked has him pulled over in front of the Wa-Wa market. I drive by slowly, catch the red-faced guy's attention, and wave.