I was in the Lotus the other day, waiting at some traffic lights, and some pube in an old, battered mk2 red fiesta came up along side me, he looked over and then started revving his engine (i mean like revving it frantically) I couldnt believe it?


!!!!!!!! He looked unbelievably stupid just sat there revving the nuts off it. And the look on his face........it was so serious as if he really thought he was going to beat me (you had to see it really i guess!)
So...the lights go green, and he squeals off, im barely touching the throttle and keeping up with him, then after about 15 metres of the slowest acceleration ive ever felt I just floor it and bye bye goes the Fiesta. He eventually catches up with me further up the road, and just sticks behind me, like he's too embarrassed to overtake - what did you think was going to happen mate!!!!!!?


Some people are frigging dillusional I tell ya!