Rice rockets. Not the kind with a built motor, mind you, but the kind with the absolutely bone-stock motor running on heavy 18" wheels with a flimsy body kit that flaps in the wind unbeknownst to the driver. The fart-pipe exhaust that sounds like a hive of bees AND kills off any hope of making torque off the line. It's japanese letters on a Chevy Cavalier, a giant aluminum wing on basically anything, spinners, and a "cold air intake" on a stock engine...mounted directly over the exhaust manifold. Not to mention the kids who think they are fast and weave like morons to prove their point. That's what drives me nuts.
Did I mention that I really like my Honda?
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