So I dropped by McDonalds to pick up some nuggets and a shake, and there were easily about 10 cars in line. I ended up pulling in behind some idiot in a mid-nineties Grand Prix, that he had riced out with a gigantic stupid two-level wing with four vertical stabilizer fins, and the entire monstrosity was taller than the roof of the car.
I would have said he had his car "riced out" but the ridiculous wing was the only thing that he seemed to have been able to afford to do to it, no "Fast and the Furious" gfx, or anything, no neons, just the stupid wing.
It also appears that he has a horrible hack-job on his exhaust. It sounded like it was a muffler/cat delete, on some raspy sounding V6, and the exhaust pipe just sort of ended a full foot in front of the rear bumper. It may not have been intentional, it may have just been rusted out at the manifold, but it sounded horrible.
Anyway, so here I come, in this shiny 2SS IOM Camaro, and I guess he was either jealous, or trying to prove he was cool, or was trying to get me to rev mine up or something. You could tell he had an automatic transmission, because he had to keep popping it into neutral to rev his car. While waiting, he'd go to neutral, rev it, show off his "bad-ass" raspy no-exhaust V6, then go back to drive. Then, when the line of cars would move up about 3 feet, he'd drop it in neutral, rev it, throw it back into drive, chirp the tires, jump forward 2 feet, and slam on the brakes. Every. Single. Time.
He gets up to the speaker, orders, then pulls up juuuuuuusst far enough for me to get my front bumper beside the speaker. He left a huge gap between himself and the car in front of him, and you could tell he was doing it on purpose, hanging back in my way for no reason. So he does his cycle of neutral-revving his car, tapping his brakes to make the lights flash in front of me. Then he decides to pull forward. So he revs the nuts off of it in neutral, slams it into drive, gets about 5 seconds of squealing tire out of it (I guess to show off to me how bad ass his Grand Prix is), jumps forward the five feet or so to close the gap and slams on his brakes again.
Anyway, lather, rinse, repeat, same stupid revving every time we stopped, until he finally gets his order and drives off. As I'm driving up to the window to get my nuggets and shake, he does the same neutral/rev/drop-in-drive burnout onto the highway. The McDonalds drive through guy just kind of leaned out the window, looked at the dumb-ass's car, looked at my car, and just started slowly shaking his head and said, "What an idiot."
I think it really cheesed off the Grand Prix ricer that I wouldn't rev mine up for him. He seemed to get more obnoxious, revving louder and longer each time, since I wouldn't play. I just figured, "Dude, I've got probably three times what you got under the hood, I don't need to show it off to you."
So, yeah, I guess the C5's have the awesome power to make ricers and wanna be ricers (I don't think a Grand Prix with a stupid wing is really enough to call the guy a full-on ricer, just a wanna be) turn into even bigger d-bag idiots. I'm not about to risk the negative consequences to race some idiot like that on the street, but I know my LS3 would have ate his p.o.s. for lunch.
Anyway, I had to snap a picture of the stupid wing while I was in line. You can also see the hack job of an exhaust setup he had. I apologize for the quality, it was low-light and taken with my Droid phone, but still a halfway decent picture. You get the idea, anyway. I just can't imagine how anyone thinks this guy's "whip" is cool, and I don't know who he thought he was impressing with his drive through engine revving, but whatever. What a tool.
