I am pleased to announce the arrival of a new category: The Rice Report!
Surely you remember a time when it was impossible to drive anywhere without being constantly surrounded by ricers. It seemed to really peak right around 2003-ish. At the time I was driving an S10 with a loud exhaust and it seemed like somebody wanted to race me at every light. I remember receiving constant “rice-bys” on the way to school. (Who really feels like driving like that at 7AM, anyway?) I remember going to AMC 30 around that time and just marveling at how basically every spot in the gigantic parking lot was full of cars with unpainted body kits. And then, thankfully, the whole thing started fading away just as suddenly as it had appeared.
Unfortunately the first image is not some sort of backwards alternate fucked reality, and I’m not just talking about skulls connected directly to other skulls via solid bone. Yes, this other world includes stagecoach Deville’s and Fiat dealerships in America.
I saw this at the Ecology junkyard down on Broadway and it made me smile. I wonder how long this car drove around with that on there. It’s kind of funny, since it’s not a Honda. It’s actually a Mk2 Golf, but of course, you probably already guessed that. Who else but a VW super-hipster would take a sharpie to his valve cover just for the sake of a little internet meme-derived irony?