So I left my house yesterday for a nice leisurely drive to the Grand Rapids, Michigan area to do a 3M Clear Bra install on a Prime Members 'other vehicle' and suspected the drive would be uneventful. For the most part, I was right. The NSX ran fine, everything I needed fit in the car, I did not get pulled over for speeding....all was well...until Grand Rapids. This is where the idiot factor took over.
No sooner had I exited 131 North and was making my way to Grand Rapids on 44th street then I noticed a burgandy car zipping up on my right side. Now, for those not familiar with the area, this is a residential road with a 35-40 mph speed limit in most areas. I was right at the limit so I did not attract the attention of Johhny Law, when the jacka$$ in his Mustang LX 5.0 starts pacing me. Aww hell....here we go again...some guy with something to prove. I slow down a bit hoping he will continue on and leave me be....he slows down as well. I speed up to about 45-50 mph....he speeds up. WTF!??! Can you not see that I just want you to go away?? NO RACING HERE!!
Eventually after a few miles of dealing with this turkey I look in my mirror, see nobody is there, and just SLAM on my brakes ('Top Gun' moment...'I am just gonna hit the brakes and he'll fly right by'...hehe). This tool slows to BELOW the speed limit but I had time enough to pull in behind him so he could not pace me. Eventually he turns off and I think I am safe....boy was I wrong!!
So evidently there is some sort of 'Ricer Alert System' where all ricers in the area are automatically alerted every time a nice car comes into town and they decide to swarm it for a race...because 5 minutes later a pimped Oldsmobile is trying to race me!! ARGH!!! The worst part is that it was ricer girls and I had to switch lanes and hit my brakes again to dodge them!!
What happened after this?? While I am at the stop light dealing with the ricer girls a JACKED UP BLAZER tries to race me and floors it off the line when the light turns green and leaves a clound of smoke behind. What the heck is it with this city anyway??
So at this point I stop at Walgreens and pick up some film to get away from the idiots and call the Prime member to verify where I am and tell him about all this stuff and the fine motorists in this city. He laughs profusely and seems to enjoy my spats with the ricers and rednecks and tells me I am almost there, not to worry.
But wait.....there is more....
No sooner had I exited 131 North and was making my way to Grand Rapids on 44th street then I noticed a burgandy car zipping up on my right side. Now, for those not familiar with the area, this is a residential road with a 35-40 mph speed limit in most areas. I was right at the limit so I did not attract the attention of Johhny Law, when the jacka$$ in his Mustang LX 5.0 starts pacing me. Aww hell....here we go again...some guy with something to prove. I slow down a bit hoping he will continue on and leave me be....he slows down as well. I speed up to about 45-50 mph....he speeds up. WTF!??! Can you not see that I just want you to go away?? NO RACING HERE!!
Eventually after a few miles of dealing with this turkey I look in my mirror, see nobody is there, and just SLAM on my brakes ('Top Gun' moment...'I am just gonna hit the brakes and he'll fly right by'...hehe). This tool slows to BELOW the speed limit but I had time enough to pull in behind him so he could not pace me. Eventually he turns off and I think I am safe....boy was I wrong!!
So evidently there is some sort of 'Ricer Alert System' where all ricers in the area are automatically alerted every time a nice car comes into town and they decide to swarm it for a race...because 5 minutes later a pimped Oldsmobile is trying to race me!! ARGH!!! The worst part is that it was ricer girls and I had to switch lanes and hit my brakes again to dodge them!!
What happened after this?? While I am at the stop light dealing with the ricer girls a JACKED UP BLAZER tries to race me and floors it off the line when the light turns green and leaves a clound of smoke behind. What the heck is it with this city anyway??
So at this point I stop at Walgreens and pick up some film to get away from the idiots and call the Prime member to verify where I am and tell him about all this stuff and the fine motorists in this city. He laughs profusely and seems to enjoy my spats with the ricers and rednecks and tells me I am almost there, not to worry.
But wait.....there is more....