331strokerlx
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Yeah he gave me a confused look after I said I have a 91. He was a 60 year old guy in business clothes
I hate when Mustangs attract REDNECKS
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blackened88lx
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I once had a guy stand by my car and wait for me to come out of a store then go on to tell me how he has the same exact car only his is better because he has black interior, a sunroof and an aod with a "Lencotech" valvebody. True story. He asked to look inside so I opened the door and he sat down in my driver's seat.
Not sure what this thread has to do with rednecks. I like rednecks and they never talk to me about my car. A lot of people on here would consider me a redneck but I don't give a **** about anyone elses car. The people that approach me seem like yuppy douchebags with their balls in their wife's purse and she made them sell the fox.
Not sure what this thread has to do with rednecks. I like rednecks and they never talk to me about my car. A lot of people on here would consider me a redneck but I don't give a **** about anyone elses car. The people that approach me seem like yuppy douchebags with their balls in their wife's purse and she made them sell the fox.
Oh, HELL no. HELLLLLL no. I would have been "WTF are you doing?"
Very few people have ever sat in the driver's seat of my car, much less complete strangers.
1987LXragtop
Member
Not sure what this thread has to do with rednecks. I like rednecks and they never talk to me about my car. A lot of people on here would consider me a redneck but I don't give a **** about anyone elses car. The people that approach me seem like yuppy douchebags with their balls in their wife's purse and she made them sell the fox.
QFT, save for the fact that cool cars are cool cars and i want to see them all. and i don't really mind striking conversations with people about their cars. only place that i try to avoid doing it is car shows cause 70% of the people there suck ass.
Mikey1968
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Yeah, car shows are horrible...all these old pot-bellied know-it-all men that never spun a wrench in their lives. They just had the money to go buy a ready made hot rod to win trophies that some real mechanic earned for them.
Mikey1968
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Ricers......I gained respect for the Hondas when I unknowingly bought an Acura GSR....I needed a FWD commuter and this car seemed to fill that role....had no idea nor cared when the guy said it was a GSR...I was like mpg and FWD and four doors...sold.....later I found out what GSR meant after shifting it like my GT....
Anyway...I HATE RICERS! Honda/Acura did a fine engineering job putting in good performance in their little foo foo cars...I respect that. Ricers bolt on total garbage into their machines and make them into junk! Stupid ground effects, wings, halo headlights and the worst...FART CANNONS!!! I promise all you, mine will NEVER get a fart cannon!!!!
Anyway...I HATE RICERS! Honda/Acura did a fine engineering job putting in good performance in their little foo foo cars...I respect that. Ricers bolt on total garbage into their machines and make them into junk! Stupid ground effects, wings, halo headlights and the worst...FART CANNONS!!! I promise all you, mine will NEVER get a fart cannon!!!!
Mikey1968
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Time for this story I found on the net years ago.....enjoy! I laughed so hard I had tears in my eyes!
Hondas….BLAHHHHH!
Disclaimer: This is not my story; I found it on some other forum. I thought it was funny.
So I’m a car enthusiast, and part time auto mechanic who helps the neighbors out with their cars. I've got a little knowledge, been doing this for a few years, and I’ve got a great set of tools. I have a pretty decent Oldsmobile 442 that I take out on weekends.
So anyway. My neighbors kid turns 17, and mom gives him her Honda Civic.
Plastic and aluminum, 75 horsepower, basic commuter car, Honda Civic.
"Perfect for a new driver, economical, easy to maintain and dependable, a good car for junior," I thought to myself.
The first week was fine, he bought spinning hubcaps and a set of dragon seat covers for it. That should have been it. He should have left it alone.
The week after that, I walk out to my mailbox, and I almost called the cops. I thought I had seen a UFO. As it slowly approached...I could see it was a HONDA CIVIC...with four different blinking colors of neon underneath it. Holy *****. I almost had a f-ing seizure looking at this thing. Even the shifter knob was blinking.
...Then about 48 hours later, I’m laying in bed, when I hear BZZZZZZZZZZZZ-owwww. BZZZZ-owww. Over and over in the neighbors garage.
"Well this is an odd time for Mr. Richardson to be screwing around with his chainsaw." I thought out loud. After forty five minutes of this, I thought I'd go over and ask the neighbor to play with his chainsaw in the morning.
Here is the junior Richardson boy, proudly revving his engine up and down. 4 more wannabe fake gangsta kids were standing around "tuning" his new exhaust...which consisted mostly of 4 coffee cans spray painted silver and the words "TYPE-R" stenciled on it.
I told him to please quit f-ing with the car so I could sleep.
The following week, he asks me if he can borrow a screwdriver and a hammer. He is installing his new "type r" rear spoiler. He's rather proud of it. He paid almost 600 dollars for it. I asked him where he was going to put it, since his Civic has no trunk. "The roof, dawg" he told me.
This spoiler looks like an aluminum picnic table that you would see in a public park, except for lots of rivets in it and the words "Type R" all over.
I almost stopped him, but I wanted to see how retarded it would look.
Yup, totally retarded. Classic.
He went on to explain to me that he needs the downforce to maintain traction at racing speeds.
4 cylinders.
75 horsepower.
Downforce. Oh my god, what a retard.
It gets better.
2 weeks later, he needs to borrow my cordless drill.
He just bought a body kit, yo, and needs to be down fo' ****zle wit da tool dawg to istall it, no wut hes sane, dawg?
So he drills all of the holes, double sided tape and screws this SOB to his car, and it REALLY is beginning to look like a space ship. Or a an alien life form. Or a circus car. Well, circus, not yet. That’s coming.
Here’s the problem. The body kit is white. The car is dark green. It looks like burrito vomit..and he can’t get the doors to open or close properly, because the "body kit, yo" is catching the door jamb. So, always the helpful one, I give him my grinder. That was the coolest, watching this 'tard grind on his new 1200 dollar yo yo word up body kit. It was the flyest, dawg.
Circus act part 1.
Now, he decides he wants to "Lower the ride, dog."
I wouldn’t let him use my tools, as I was afraid this numb nut would blow himself up with what he wanted to do next.
He would cut the coils. Dangerous. Unsafe. Stupid.
He succeeded in cutting the coils, but now his new body kit drags on the ground. And, to top it all off, the car bounces up and down like a carnival ride, effectively ending his neon lighted glory. His type r exhaust was dragging on the ground as well.
You should see how this looks. A huge picnic table on the roof, 2 tone body kit, special kid tailights. Blinking, broken neon, stickers all over, buzzing like a chainsaw on crack, bouncing up and down like a clown car.
Wait, that’s not all. Now Hondatard wants a "syssem, yo." Oh yeah. He pieced together 6 different trashed car stereos, one home stereo, and a Kraagen auto parts special bass speaker, and somehow wired the neon lights (what’s left of them) to blink with the beat of the music.
...Except you can’t hear the music. You can only hear the bass...and it rattles his rooftop spoiler and license plate frame.
Now its REALLY looking AND SOUNDING like a clown car.
Now for Hondatards paint job. He puts a hood scoop from a Mustang on it, and its EMORMOUS. It kind of balanced out the retardeness of the rear spoiler/picnic table, though.
Then out come the spray cans. First, he pulled off his spinning hubcaps, and painted the wheels BLACK. Flat black.
Then he painted the body kit bright, neon yellow.
The rest of the car was painted bright red, with a purple fist turning into a dragon or some **** airbrushed on the doors.
Clown car complete? Not yet.
He comes over with a copy of "honda tuuner guy" magazine, filled with equally retarded looking cars.
He asks me: "Yo dawg, I wanna make dis here B goes fast and ****. I was thinkin of an Acura V-tec swap or some NOS"
So I asked him, what exactly do you intend to do with this car? Will you be entering it in the most retarded car contest, or what?
He says: "Naaw, cracka. That **** is be all funny and ****, but I is for reals. I need to be running in the 12s and making 350HP"
So I asked him: Why don’t you save your money and buy a car that already makes 350 horsepower, like a Camaro or a GTO or something, instead of trying to make a car that was never intended to go that fast any faster?
"Dont be a foo, yo. Everybody knows dat ode skoo **** can't hang" he tells me.
Now I’m pissed. Insulted. I said: Look here, junior, I’ll pull my Olds Cutlass out of the garage and make your **** look like it is going backwards. No nos, no turbo, no stickers and no body kit is gonna help you beat the "ODE SKOO" cars, DAWG. And the same goes for any of your other retard car driving friends.
You have 6 grand worth of **** bolted onto a 1000 dollar car that was perfectly good when you got it, and now it looks, sounds and drives like ass. Get out of my garage."
He looked like he was gonna cry.
He left with a solid "F- you dawg, I'll beat your old man car with a 150 shot" and he left, trying to pull up his drawers and give me the finger at the same time.
Now I am a responsible adult, and I do not condone street racing. However, a direct insult, challenge, and ***** you, is enough for any man to take a few risks.
Beautiful sunny day. I check the fluids. I start the engine. I anticipate a crisp, lively jaunt up the interstate.
I rev my engine, I sip my coffee.
Hondtard heard me revving my engine, and him and 2 of his friends do the same in the driveway. One is a new Acura in the pre-clown car stages of molestation, and the other one is junior's Civic. It sounds like a lawn mower race at the Richardsons house. I crank my engine up to 3000 RPM and drown them out.
I climb in my car, check the gauges, and idle out into the road.
I look in my rearview, and I’m being followed by two bouncing, brightly colored bumping clown cars with backward hat retards pointing in my direction.
I ignore them. Not worth my trouble. I’m an adult.
Acuretard and Hondtard pass me when I hit the 680 on the left and the right.
Bzzzzzzzz.
Gone. Good. I am halfway to Livermore when they blast out of the on ramp and attempt to box me in. Acuratard is revving his engine and pointing forward, Hondtard is slowing me down in front of me.
F- it. I’ve had enough.
I stuffed it down into third gear, opened all 455 cubic inches, almost rear-ended Hondatard and swerved directly at Acuratard.
I broke the rear tires loose at 70 miles an hour, and dusted these little *****s so bad they simply disappeared. I got off on the Livermore exit and waited for them on the on ramp. Some of their own game. Right back atcha homie.
I let them see me. Then I smoked the tires brutally and violently out of the ramp so that they would know I was pissed and coming for them.
I knew the Honda was slow, so I ignored him and brought it down right on the Acuras bumper. Popped on the high beams and gunned the motor. I mashed the gas in third. He thought I would bump him. 90, 100, 110....
he couldn’t begin to get away from me. Hondtard was WAAAAY in the back.
The Acura *** was scared, and beaten and he knew it. I pulled alongside.
I stuck my finger in the air and screamed f- you at Acura tard, and dumped it, quickly accelerated to 130 and held it until they couldn’t see my taillights any more.
Later that evening, as I told my fiancee this story ("your a juvenile *******, you could have killed those kids and you are going to piss off the neighbors")
I heard two chainsaws idle up very slowly to my house. Holy ****. It’s a drive by. These *****ers want to kill me.
A knock on the door.
I answer it, ready to beat some fake gangsta ass if I have to.
They want to see my car now. "Do you have nos?, is it a hemi?"
***s. Get lost.
Clown car is still on the road, but now homie g wants to learn all about the "ode skoo"
If you see this car, put a sticker on it. He seems to like them, and thinks they make the car cooler. Then dust his ass once for good measure.
If your car looks retarded and its fast, cool. Then you can look a little f-ing special and get away with it. But this thing looks like it was dropped off at the special education shop class, and it's not even quick.
In honor of Dale "pimpdaddyhustla" Richardson, class of 2006 and his clown car, I dedicate this to you. Let me take you for a ride once you feel you are man enough. You stepped up to the plate and lost big time. I’m willing to help you install the nos and the v-tecs and let you try again.
Hondas….BLAHHHHH!
Disclaimer: This is not my story; I found it on some other forum. I thought it was funny.
So I’m a car enthusiast, and part time auto mechanic who helps the neighbors out with their cars. I've got a little knowledge, been doing this for a few years, and I’ve got a great set of tools. I have a pretty decent Oldsmobile 442 that I take out on weekends.
So anyway. My neighbors kid turns 17, and mom gives him her Honda Civic.
Plastic and aluminum, 75 horsepower, basic commuter car, Honda Civic.
"Perfect for a new driver, economical, easy to maintain and dependable, a good car for junior," I thought to myself.
The first week was fine, he bought spinning hubcaps and a set of dragon seat covers for it. That should have been it. He should have left it alone.
The week after that, I walk out to my mailbox, and I almost called the cops. I thought I had seen a UFO. As it slowly approached...I could see it was a HONDA CIVIC...with four different blinking colors of neon underneath it. Holy *****. I almost had a f-ing seizure looking at this thing. Even the shifter knob was blinking.
...Then about 48 hours later, I’m laying in bed, when I hear BZZZZZZZZZZZZ-owwww. BZZZZ-owww. Over and over in the neighbors garage.
"Well this is an odd time for Mr. Richardson to be screwing around with his chainsaw." I thought out loud. After forty five minutes of this, I thought I'd go over and ask the neighbor to play with his chainsaw in the morning.
Here is the junior Richardson boy, proudly revving his engine up and down. 4 more wannabe fake gangsta kids were standing around "tuning" his new exhaust...which consisted mostly of 4 coffee cans spray painted silver and the words "TYPE-R" stenciled on it.
I told him to please quit f-ing with the car so I could sleep.
The following week, he asks me if he can borrow a screwdriver and a hammer. He is installing his new "type r" rear spoiler. He's rather proud of it. He paid almost 600 dollars for it. I asked him where he was going to put it, since his Civic has no trunk. "The roof, dawg" he told me.
This spoiler looks like an aluminum picnic table that you would see in a public park, except for lots of rivets in it and the words "Type R" all over.
I almost stopped him, but I wanted to see how retarded it would look.
Yup, totally retarded. Classic.
He went on to explain to me that he needs the downforce to maintain traction at racing speeds.
4 cylinders.
75 horsepower.
Downforce. Oh my god, what a retard.
It gets better.
2 weeks later, he needs to borrow my cordless drill.
He just bought a body kit, yo, and needs to be down fo' ****zle wit da tool dawg to istall it, no wut hes sane, dawg?
So he drills all of the holes, double sided tape and screws this SOB to his car, and it REALLY is beginning to look like a space ship. Or a an alien life form. Or a circus car. Well, circus, not yet. That’s coming.
Here’s the problem. The body kit is white. The car is dark green. It looks like burrito vomit..and he can’t get the doors to open or close properly, because the "body kit, yo" is catching the door jamb. So, always the helpful one, I give him my grinder. That was the coolest, watching this 'tard grind on his new 1200 dollar yo yo word up body kit. It was the flyest, dawg.
Circus act part 1.
Now, he decides he wants to "Lower the ride, dog."
I wouldn’t let him use my tools, as I was afraid this numb nut would blow himself up with what he wanted to do next.
He would cut the coils. Dangerous. Unsafe. Stupid.
He succeeded in cutting the coils, but now his new body kit drags on the ground. And, to top it all off, the car bounces up and down like a carnival ride, effectively ending his neon lighted glory. His type r exhaust was dragging on the ground as well.
You should see how this looks. A huge picnic table on the roof, 2 tone body kit, special kid tailights. Blinking, broken neon, stickers all over, buzzing like a chainsaw on crack, bouncing up and down like a clown car.
Wait, that’s not all. Now Hondatard wants a "syssem, yo." Oh yeah. He pieced together 6 different trashed car stereos, one home stereo, and a Kraagen auto parts special bass speaker, and somehow wired the neon lights (what’s left of them) to blink with the beat of the music.
...Except you can’t hear the music. You can only hear the bass...and it rattles his rooftop spoiler and license plate frame.
Now its REALLY looking AND SOUNDING like a clown car.
Now for Hondatards paint job. He puts a hood scoop from a Mustang on it, and its EMORMOUS. It kind of balanced out the retardeness of the rear spoiler/picnic table, though.
Then out come the spray cans. First, he pulled off his spinning hubcaps, and painted the wheels BLACK. Flat black.
Then he painted the body kit bright, neon yellow.
The rest of the car was painted bright red, with a purple fist turning into a dragon or some **** airbrushed on the doors.
Clown car complete? Not yet.
He comes over with a copy of "honda tuuner guy" magazine, filled with equally retarded looking cars.
He asks me: "Yo dawg, I wanna make dis here B goes fast and ****. I was thinkin of an Acura V-tec swap or some NOS"
So I asked him, what exactly do you intend to do with this car? Will you be entering it in the most retarded car contest, or what?
He says: "Naaw, cracka. That **** is be all funny and ****, but I is for reals. I need to be running in the 12s and making 350HP"
So I asked him: Why don’t you save your money and buy a car that already makes 350 horsepower, like a Camaro or a GTO or something, instead of trying to make a car that was never intended to go that fast any faster?
"Dont be a foo, yo. Everybody knows dat ode skoo **** can't hang" he tells me.
Now I’m pissed. Insulted. I said: Look here, junior, I’ll pull my Olds Cutlass out of the garage and make your **** look like it is going backwards. No nos, no turbo, no stickers and no body kit is gonna help you beat the "ODE SKOO" cars, DAWG. And the same goes for any of your other retard car driving friends.
You have 6 grand worth of **** bolted onto a 1000 dollar car that was perfectly good when you got it, and now it looks, sounds and drives like ass. Get out of my garage."
He looked like he was gonna cry.
He left with a solid "F- you dawg, I'll beat your old man car with a 150 shot" and he left, trying to pull up his drawers and give me the finger at the same time.
Now I am a responsible adult, and I do not condone street racing. However, a direct insult, challenge, and ***** you, is enough for any man to take a few risks.
Beautiful sunny day. I check the fluids. I start the engine. I anticipate a crisp, lively jaunt up the interstate.
I rev my engine, I sip my coffee.
Hondtard heard me revving my engine, and him and 2 of his friends do the same in the driveway. One is a new Acura in the pre-clown car stages of molestation, and the other one is junior's Civic. It sounds like a lawn mower race at the Richardsons house. I crank my engine up to 3000 RPM and drown them out.
I climb in my car, check the gauges, and idle out into the road.
I look in my rearview, and I’m being followed by two bouncing, brightly colored bumping clown cars with backward hat retards pointing in my direction.
I ignore them. Not worth my trouble. I’m an adult.
Acuretard and Hondtard pass me when I hit the 680 on the left and the right.
Bzzzzzzzz.
Gone. Good. I am halfway to Livermore when they blast out of the on ramp and attempt to box me in. Acuratard is revving his engine and pointing forward, Hondtard is slowing me down in front of me.
F- it. I’ve had enough.
I stuffed it down into third gear, opened all 455 cubic inches, almost rear-ended Hondatard and swerved directly at Acuratard.
I broke the rear tires loose at 70 miles an hour, and dusted these little *****s so bad they simply disappeared. I got off on the Livermore exit and waited for them on the on ramp. Some of their own game. Right back atcha homie.
I let them see me. Then I smoked the tires brutally and violently out of the ramp so that they would know I was pissed and coming for them.
I knew the Honda was slow, so I ignored him and brought it down right on the Acuras bumper. Popped on the high beams and gunned the motor. I mashed the gas in third. He thought I would bump him. 90, 100, 110....
he couldn’t begin to get away from me. Hondtard was WAAAAY in the back.
The Acura *** was scared, and beaten and he knew it. I pulled alongside.
I stuck my finger in the air and screamed f- you at Acura tard, and dumped it, quickly accelerated to 130 and held it until they couldn’t see my taillights any more.
Later that evening, as I told my fiancee this story ("your a juvenile *******, you could have killed those kids and you are going to piss off the neighbors")
I heard two chainsaws idle up very slowly to my house. Holy ****. It’s a drive by. These *****ers want to kill me.
A knock on the door.
I answer it, ready to beat some fake gangsta ass if I have to.
They want to see my car now. "Do you have nos?, is it a hemi?"
***s. Get lost.
Clown car is still on the road, but now homie g wants to learn all about the "ode skoo"
If you see this car, put a sticker on it. He seems to like them, and thinks they make the car cooler. Then dust his ass once for good measure.
If your car looks retarded and its fast, cool. Then you can look a little f-ing special and get away with it. But this thing looks like it was dropped off at the special education shop class, and it's not even quick.
In honor of Dale "pimpdaddyhustla" Richardson, class of 2006 and his clown car, I dedicate this to you. Let me take you for a ride once you feel you are man enough. You stepped up to the plate and lost big time. I’m willing to help you install the nos and the v-tecs and let you try again.
Mikey1968
Member
Please don't hate me for owning an Acura! My ex had an Accord that was a good commuter so when I rolled my classic Bronco after hitting ice, I had to get a commuter with FWD to get to work in ice and snow. My buddy pointed to the Acura in the used car lot and I told him, no, I wanted a Honda........he said it IS a Honda! I bleed Ford blue....had no idea!
By the way, the Bronco is slowly being put back together......taking waaay longer than I ever thought. I'm not that good of a welder and just don't have the time....but I'll git er done!
By the way, the Bronco is slowly being put back together......taking waaay longer than I ever thought. I'm not that good of a welder and just don't have the time....but I'll git er done!
blackened88lx
Active Member
Oh believe me, I was not a happy camper. But I didn't want his 5yr old to see his dad's brains plastered all over the parking lot.
Just last night i pulled up to a gas station to get some smokes and had a guy come up to me saying my car was sick. So I said thankyou and went to go about my business. But he did a name drop and said he has an 86 gt t-top. ( One of my favorite stangs) So i continued to talk to him, he said its only got long tube headers o/r h-pipe and flowmasters. So i thought to myself i could have an intelligent conversation about the 5.0's... WRONG, when i popped my hood he said, oh mine looks the same. looks the same? You have a 306 with tubular intake and yours is sa sa supercharged? He replied with no its a 5.0 tho.. So i was like its a 302 or a 306? hes like no its a 5.0................ Closed my hood and walked away. 
Just last night i pulled up to a gas station to get some smokes and had a guy come up to me saying my car was sick. So I said thankyou and went to go about my business. But he did a name drop and said he has an 86 gt t-top. ( One of my favorite stangs) So i continued to talk to him, he said its only got long tube headers o/r h-pipe and flowmasters. So i thought to myself i could have an intelligent conversation about the 5.0's... WRONG, when i popped my hood he said, oh mine looks the same. looks the same? You have a 306 with tubular intake and yours is sa sa supercharged? He replied with no its a 5.0 tho.. So i was like its a 302 or a 306? hes like no its a 5.0................ Closed my hood and walked away.
If you can tell a 302 from a 306 just by looking at it, you're a better man than I...
Same when you tell them it's a 347 or 5.7...they try to correct you and tell you it's a 351.
Alright, so I'm in my front yard doing the homeowner thing.... you know, yard work. Anyways, one of these guys has to about peel out and tach out first gear as driving by me. WTF, I was thinking "dude, I'm not the one with you, I'm the one calling the cops on you" but I didn't actually call them. Anyways, if they would concentrate on making their cars faster instead of just louder, them might have something. I can tell the difference between a strong quiet car and a loud weak car. Decibles are not a indication of horsepower. Now, when I car is seemingly quiet, but yet shakes the ground as it drives by, that is an indication of power if anything sound related.
1987LXragtop
Member
that thing got a 5.0
i just tell them its a 4 banger, but i wish! it quickly repels them.
then i start it and watch them swing back around as im leaving.
I did that to a couple dudes in a big Chevy truck with the rebel flag in the window at Circle K a couple months ago. Was that me?
C'mon guys seriously you guys have never done that? I'm not a redneck (so I think) but I know I have fondly remembered some of my old cars when I see someone's sweet ride. But yes there are some annoying ones........
Ahhh, it's the POPO!
What's wrong with Rednecks, anyway?
My brother and my father are redneck truckers and they're cool as hell. I'm Redneck and I speak fluent Redneckenese.
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