rice-a-roni

first off, go illini! number one seed in the country! let the midwestern rampage begin!

as i was driving home from work this evening, i got passed by a speeding honda. now this automobile was quite the exhibit to behold. stock rims and paint, typical ricer coffee can muffler, and a rear wing suitable for small aircraft made this thing look like as ludacris as a shriner-mobile. only without the fez. anyways, we come to a red light and i hear the sweet song of a revving weedwhacker. the light goes green and the weedwhacker peels out. I hit the gas normally (ok, maybe it was little harder than normal because of john deere, but nothing excessive) and proceed to keep up with him. this guy is chirping tires at 1st, 2nd, and 3rd gears and going absolutely NOWHERE in a hurry. how embarassing is it that an SUV twice the size of his ricerocket is not even hitting 3000 rpm's and keeping up with his redlining ricecooker-on-wheels?