ricer

The antithesis of a genuine muscle car: A ricer: - Has a tiny-ass four banger engine. 2.4 liters already qualify as TEH HUEG. - Has an exhaust that makes the engine sound like it runs on farts instead of gasoline. - Needs incredible amounts of superfluous bullshit to look remotely cool, which includes poorly manufactured body kits, rear wings that don't provide any actual downforce (or are incorrectly tuned), shit paintjob, and brand decals where only 50% of the brands displayed are actually installed. - Usually has pretentious clear taillights. - Has inner workings so delicate they cost a fortune to mantain. - Has sissy, curvy looks that in the best cases look like a lame rip-off of an European supercar. Emphasis on "best cases". - Is driven by a person who thinks his shit car is on par with real Detroit muscle. A muscle car: - Has a humongous V8 engine. Even 5 liters qualify as small. - Has an exhaust that makes the engine growl like an angry dragon. - Only needs a rear wing, a slotted hood, and maybe a little paint job to look cool. - Does fine with stock taillights. - Can be fixed by your mom. - Has manly, angular looks that are actually authentic. - Is driven by a person who knows he's driving the real shit.