Ricer night before Christmas
Dec 21, 2006 | 09:05 AM
#1
Ricer night before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas and caught at the light.
Up pulled a rumbling V8, and no cops in sight.
I will try, I will try, with this 2 liter motor.
To beat this damn Silverado, with it's vacuum-like blower.
As the light goes to green, and I pull like no joke,
The Silverado erupts in a big cloud of smoke.
"Rev Smasher!, rev Twister!, rev Stroker!, rev Blitzin!."
I yelled to the names of my 4 VTEC Pistons.
Racing ahead, I'm the star of the action,
but I'm in deep ****, when that Silverado gets traction.
I grab second gear and the RPMs sing,
And my mirror is blocked by my shopping cart wing.
I now hear the roar of the big Whipple gaining,
All I can do is keep those 4 pistons straining.
In a second the shockwave hits with a blast,
My chinese stickers go flying, now a thing of the past.
Don't bother with third, cause now it's too late,
Just try to act cool, like you can relate.
Looking up at the tail lights, as they get smaller,
The driver backs off just to give me a holler.
"You can't win em all" he says in a fling
"and you may not win any, in that silly thing!"
I smiled and revved as he pulled out of sight,
With my new mods tomorrow... I'll win the next fight.
Then next night we meet, once again on the road,
My new coffee-can exhaust, blows steam in the cold.
I revved up again, this time sure I would win,
But that damn Silverado, kicked my *** again.
The driver rolls down his window, at the end of the strip,
As I pull a signature ricer fly by, surely I got the win in my whip!
Up pulled a rumbling V8, and no cops in sight.
I will try, I will try, with this 2 liter motor.
To beat this damn Silverado, with it's vacuum-like blower.
As the light goes to green, and I pull like no joke,
The Silverado erupts in a big cloud of smoke.
"Rev Smasher!, rev Twister!, rev Stroker!, rev Blitzin!."
I yelled to the names of my 4 VTEC Pistons.
Racing ahead, I'm the star of the action,
but I'm in deep ****, when that Silverado gets traction.
I grab second gear and the RPMs sing,
And my mirror is blocked by my shopping cart wing.
I now hear the roar of the big Whipple gaining,
All I can do is keep those 4 pistons straining.
In a second the shockwave hits with a blast,
My chinese stickers go flying, now a thing of the past.
Don't bother with third, cause now it's too late,
Just try to act cool, like you can relate.
Looking up at the tail lights, as they get smaller,
The driver backs off just to give me a holler.
"You can't win em all" he says in a fling
"and you may not win any, in that silly thing!"
I smiled and revved as he pulled out of sight,
With my new mods tomorrow... I'll win the next fight.
Then next night we meet, once again on the road,
My new coffee-can exhaust, blows steam in the cold.
I revved up again, this time sure I would win,
But that damn Silverado, kicked my *** again.
The driver rolls down his window, at the end of the strip,
As I pull a signature ricer fly by, surely I got the win in my whip!
Last edited by Nick™; Dec 21, 2006 at 10:31 AM.
Dec 21, 2006 | 09:30 AM
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Originally Posted by Nick™
"You can't win em all" he says in a fling
"and you may not win any, in that silly thing!"
"and you may not win any, in that silly thing!"
LMAO, that was good. Did you think of it yourself?
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Dec 21, 2006 | 10:33 AM
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unfortunately I can't take credit... I found it on another forum the poem was a Mustang instead of a Silverado, I adapted it for us. I wish I had that kind of creativity.... but it's too damn funny to not share with ya'll. The last line is mine though
