boy racer

someone who thinks its clever to spend £5,000 tarting up a £50 piece of cr-p that is one mot away from the junk yard, fit it with a stereo pumping out more power than the engine, remove the suspension, destroying what little handling ability it had, and a set of wheels that look like rejects for the london eye. the exhaust must look like it’s been robbed off an f15 eagle. i have yet to find out what mod they do to the drivers seat to make them all drive canted over to the left like their spine is b-gg-red.
most nova sr’s
a level headed young male between the age of 17-25 who sensibly makes modifications to his vehicle to improve performance. the use of offensive stickers, spoliers borrowed from british airways, clear tail-lights that give you a headache and practical rims that cost more than the car are all well implemented by the boy racer. as all boy racers are aware, such modifications make a car not only cool but endlessly faster. most boy racers obtain this valuable information from such reliable sources as their mates.

boy racers are also known to drive recklessly, as doing so clearly helps in impressing the opposite s-x and compensating for s-xual inadequacy. the effect that this has on sensible motorists and elderly pedestrians is generally not taken into consideration. it is not a widely held belief amongst boy racers that motorists will eventually tire of them and encourage them off the road with a nudge from a pick-up truck, or pedestrains will get a sudden surge of adrenaline and hurl a rock through their window and/or plastic spoiler. however, some motorists theorise this will happen.

in conclusion, boy racers make excellent ‘airfix’ style modifications to their vehicle and spend an admiral amount of time and money modifying a cheap, cr-ppy car with a small engine. srangely, these modifications never seem to improve performance. they also drive with extreme charisma, few people could claim to handle a vehicle with such spectacular incompetance.

just don’t ask them to change the oil filter, drive up an incline or reverse a trailer.
typical boy racer: a young lad possesing a greater amount of hair wax than brain cells, in posession of a citroen saxo 1.1 litre which his mother has paid for and has sensibly had the kind of money spent on it with which you could conceivably buy a decent car.
british cousin of the ricer. commonly drive small cars around ess-x, england.
br: looka me! i got an escort/vuaxhall nova/ renualt clio with a spioler, fat tyres, a maxpower sticker and neon lighting.

me: so what engine mods did you put in?

br: eh???
boy racer :

some johnno/deano who owns a sh-tty nova, corsa, fiesta, escort, clio (the list goes on) or anything remotely sh-te and whacks aload of sh-tty max power freebie stickers (without actually owning any of the makes), driving like a c-nt and generally being a t-t end.

not to be confused with a modder or tuner which actually put in the time and money to increase performance from their car substantialy and partipate in real, legal events.
awww, did you see simmo in his sorted nova last week? he put his new hks and blitz decals on his door, they look immense!

(of course hks and blitz are a j-p tuning brand and you wont find them in a dirty lil nova)
is an idoit that thinks the greatest thing in life is to drive along the seafront every single day with l-sses in there car that arent even old enough to smoke! and the only thing they ever talk about is cars even though they usualy dont know much!
getting finished for a car after a year and half of being together.i wouldnt mind but it was a sh-tty sierra
a child minded man with a drivers licence and a vehicle who has no regard for the saftey of self or anybody else.
totaly incompatent driver, masively insecure about self and inability to get laid.
the guy with the austin metro with a rear spoiler and low profile tyres and spud cannon exhaust is a boy racer
idiots who spend all their money doing up cars only your granny would drive and as a result spend every sat-rday night hanging around petrol station forecourts until my boss makes me hunt them down.

see also smegheads
d-mn boyracers in the forecourt again. snake, get the shotgun.