Toddled up to the lights next to a Golf GT TDI today. You shoulda seen the guy (more like a kid) inside it. Shorted person I've ever seen, with his arm draped over the top of the steering wheel, because he's just SOOOO cool! You know the type I mean, probably had a track suit on.
Lights changed, and he tried to shoot off, so I let him, knowing full well 50 metres down the road the next set of lights were red, no point. He does the same thing again, bit stupid really, because the next set of lights are red as well.
Course I know these lights are going to change any second,and because he ragged it up to them he had to stop, whereas I coasted along in second gear. Lights change, and I leave his for dust, the only limit being who was prepared to go the fastest in a 30 zone.
Silly child...
