funny poem (hope it is not reposted)

[Pure Bred]

Ricer VS Mustang....Very Funny

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Twas the night before Christmas and caught at the light,
Was a domestic V8 with no cops in sight,
I will try, I will try, I will try this small motor,
To beat this Mustang, even with its huffing S-trim blower,
As the light goes green and I pull like no joke,
The Mustang erupts in a cloud of tire smoke,
Now Smasher, now Revver, now Stroker, now Blitzin,
These are the names of my four VTEC pistons,
Racing ahead I'm the star of the action,
But I know I'm in trouble when the V8 gets traction,
Grabbing second I hear the RPM sing,
My mirror is blocked by my shopping cart wing,
I know hear the roar of that big monster gaining,
All I can do is keep that four-banger straining,
In a second the shockwaves hit with a blast,
And my stickers go flying, 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 tailights as they get smaller,
The driver backs off just to give me a hollar
You can't win them all, he says it with a fling,
You may not win any, in that silly thing,
I smilled and revved as he pulled out of sight,
with my new mods tommorrow....it will be a better night.

[roushstage2]

Twas the night before Christmas and out on the street,
nothing was moving, not even a Jeep.
All was still with nothing in sight,
then what to my wandering eyes did I see,
but a Mustang SVT alone at a light.
The moonlight glistened off my wing, oh so gay.
My import was ready to show ‘em the way.
I had some NOS on my tiny motor,
I would beat that Stang with its Eaton Supercharger.
I pulled alongside and revved up with a fart,
pointed to the wing on my gay shopping cart.
The light turned green, I was off like a jolt,
while the SVT filled the night sky with smoke.
I called to my Evo four pistons,
on basher, on crasher, on smasher, and the one knocking,
onward faster let’s finish the slaughtering.
The engine did rev, I was ready for action,
but just at that moment the Mustang caught traction.
With a grin on his face, and a gleam in his eye,
like a shot from a cannon, that SVT went by.
He blew by so fast, he spun me round twice.
I knew at that moment, I was freshly fried rice.
He held up one finger as he drove into the night,
all I saw was dimming taillights.
But I heard him exclaim as he roared outta sight,
“You stupid ricer, you can’t beat Blue Oval dynamite.”

[roushstage2]

Figured it would be a good place to add that one! I like 'em both!

[Stangman]

This actually makes me think of a story about the night before Christmas a couple years back. Oddly enough, a couple years ago (maybe 3?), the snow hadn't fallen here in Central Iowa yet, so I had decided to take the Stang out one last time. So I'm sitting at the light and I look to my left and see this Tiburon pull up. He revs and revs and sits back in his seat with his hat cocked off to the side. Then the punk gives this nod like he's ready to go.

I give one good rev and wait til the light turns green and I just take off normal. He; however, does not. Suddenly I hear a terrible BUZZ from his exhaust and only moments after that I here something crackle and pop and snap and several other terrible sounds. Being the nice citizen I am I turn around to see what happened.

Long story short, in order to rev up the car he had shifted into neutral with his auto transmission, and in an attempt to get one awesome launch decided to take it to redline before slamming it down into 1st. I used to have a buddy that would go into neutral with his Focus so that people thought he had a manual. I don't really know why...I imagine the people that could see down into his car from SUVs or trucks got a pretty good laugh.

[Pure Bred]

I like yours better. Stangman that would be very funny to have witnessed. And I am speaking as a good citizen, who would of stopped a turned around to.