Had to show the Micra boy's who was fastest from the lights
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Sitting at the red light, two faces peering in my car, caps on backwards and white tracky tops. The driver gives the engine a blip.
I comment to the wife that I could really show them up if I wanted, the driver gives the engine another blip.
The lights turn green and so far I reign in my desire to race, but the Micra shoots away, so I pull level, his engine screaming, he wrings every last ounce from the little car and I can resist no longer. I stamp on the accelerator and surge past him.
I dare say your thinking, oh yeah, Cerb against Micra, no contest, however, I was in the Lincoln and three tonne of american lard arsed shit mobile still managed to show him up good and proper.
Don't know what the point of this story is, but thought I'd share it anyway.
I comment to the wife that I could really show them up if I wanted, the driver gives the engine another blip.
The lights turn green and so far I reign in my desire to race, but the Micra shoots away, so I pull level, his engine screaming, he wrings every last ounce from the little car and I can resist no longer. I stamp on the accelerator and surge past him.
I dare say your thinking, oh yeah, Cerb against Micra, no contest, however, I was in the Lincoln and three tonne of american lard arsed shit mobile still managed to show him up good and proper.
Don't know what the point of this story is, but thought I'd share it anyway.
this only seems to happen in the north east!! i have learnt now to just ignore them in their mg zrs with loud exhausts on caps hanging from the back of their heads, its amazing because they must fit exhausts and automatically think their cars are capable of wiping out anything on the road. Actually who am i kidding its great leaving them standing at the lights haha Someone followed me about the other week about 1 inch off me bumper and i dont think he changed out of 2nd gear...
Ah yes, the traffic light Grand Prix. The best way to do this, is of course, in Bentley Turbo R. You slouch down in the Parchment hide (piped in Spruce), look as nonchalant as possible, with your elbow perched casually on the Mahogany veneered door capping as you hold the steering wheel lightly betwixt thumb and forefinger at the 2pm position, right arm draped across the passenger seat, looking like you arent really bothered at all.
The lights change, you floor it, shifting two and a half tons and a wake to match up to sixty in a touch over six seconds, and Saxo boy is history. Radio 3 tuned in, or classic FM, of course.
The lights change, you floor it, shifting two and a half tons and a wake to match up to sixty in a touch over six seconds, and Saxo boy is history. Radio 3 tuned in, or classic FM, of course.
Balmoral Green said:
You slouch down in the Parchment hide (piped in Spruce), look as nonchalant as possible, with your elbow perched casually on the Mahogany veneered door capping as you hold the steering wheel lightly betwixt thumb and forefinger at the 2pm position, right arm draped across the passenger seat, looking like you arent really bothered at all.
Whilst making sure your pipe isn't going to cover you in hot ash, and adjusting your slippers for the best possible clutch control?
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