My dad just bought a 1972 Olds 442 w/ 350 4bbl. Now I know its a non-Mopar, with a smog era small block, but the look on the ricer's face was worth every penny. We just take delivery of the car, and before we even get plates, my dad decides to take it for a "cruise" (read: acceleration test). So anyways, we pull to the top of the development, and dad mashes the go pedal. About 50 or so feet ahead, two ricers are getting out of their respective Accord and Integra (read: pieces of sh*t). As we accelerate, the tires begin to screech. Their eyes quickly come flying up, and as we pass them, their mouths drop open. They turn and look at each other, and by the time they look back, the only thing left for them to look at is the strip of rubber in the center of the street.
