I was coming back from a friends tonight, when I came up behind a Nova, with three young lads in beanies, in it. They were obviously pushing this little death trap to the limits on the twisty road. But this was still not quick enough for me. As we came to a straight I dropped the Corrado down a cog and planted my foot to the floor. As the roar of the big 6 took me passed the lads, I drove off into the distance.
Now about a mile on is a known spot for the police to sit and wait, so I eased back and carefully drove past the layby. As I came up to the following 40 mph limit, I kept off the accelerator. Only to be overtaking by the Numbnuts, with a big grin on their face, obviously thinking they had just "roasted" a VR6.
As I left the 500m stretch of 40 mph, and came back onto a 60 zone, I, once again, came up the rear end of the chuckle brothers. This time they were obviously ready for me, or so they thought. So giving it all they had, they peddled their way up to an impressive 100 mph, whilst entering corners that would be better taken on 4 wheels as opposed to 2! I sat behind them, annoyed, not because they had overtaken me, but becasue they were now in my way again. So as we approached another straight, these boys had managed to eek out another 3 mph (GPS) of their mighty "beast". With the muppet in the back looking over his shoulder, and egging his mates to drive faster, I pulled along side them, looked across and flashed them a "you should have known better" look. Then dropped it to 4th again, opening up the throttle bodies, and sucking vegetation off of the roadside through the induction kit, I once again left these poor fools to think about the day they "almost had this VR6"
God, it's good to be foolish at times
