Two days ago I was standing outside Winn Dixie after just picking up some film. I was getting ready to walk home when some weed-shacker sounding revs caught my attention. Now mind you I just moved to Tampa from a small town where there are very few cars worth looking at, but in Tampa I'm amazed at how many modded/kitted/riced out cars there are. I saw a trio of hondas(one an integra actually) and I wanted to get a closer look at the cars so I moved over a few rows and listened in on their conversation. One guy with a 97 ex (I think) was ripping hardcore on domestics and how they're all shitty and slow. Granted they're not everyone's cup of tea, but you can't generalize the whole genre like that. The other two asked him if they could check out his mods I guess cause he popped his hood. I thought they all knew each other which was clear was a poor assumption.Seeing as how it was obvious the other two(integra-really nice by the way,and an si-said he had a b18)knew he was all show too. I walked over at that because I wanted to see what this guy had and introduced myself and everything. He had an intake and a pep boys muffler tip, with all the rest stock! He just added some chrome plating to shine everything up in his bay. Worst of all he had like a 35 foot wing and a dozen stickers. The two guys were playing it off like this guy really knew what he was talking about when it was obvious he was even more clueless than me when it came to modding. He then proceeded to fabricate this story about how he pulled this camaro ss by three lengths a few hours ago because it was a crappy homegrown. Right about then I couldn't take anymore and I had to call him on his bs. I simply said to him there was no way he beat that car with the mods he had. He of course was "deeply offended" and said that he was just that great a driver. Said he used to drive in SCCA. I told him if he was such a great driver than he wouldn't mind taking on the three stripe. He got really scared all of a sudden. I guess he thought I had some beast of a car and I nicknamed it three stripe. He asked me what the three stripe was and I pointed down at the adidas' and told him he could have a 5 second head start and that I'd see him at the end of the lot. At that flaming,he flipped out and I thought he was going to rip my spleen out with his teeth or something. I guess he could've flamed me for not even having a car,but at least I wasn't lying my ass off. I mean hey I used to run a 4.5 40 yd,lol. Just an amusing story I thought I'd share. I'm starting to see why you guys hate ricers so much now that I'm starting to understand all this more. Happy hunting!