Not me, the burberry baseball capped twat in the vaxhaul nova with elastic bands for tyres and a spoiler the size or a hippos arse on the boot door, he'd been 'racing' me along the A610 out of nottingham for some reason, i stick roughly to the speed limit in the specs zone, he's on my inside all the time matching my speed, get caught at every fucking traffic light, but each time we pull away, he only falls behind when he's changing gears, then catches up. Gets to the bullwell roundabout and the end of the specs zone, i get upto 70, he does the same, i try 80, he's still there on my inside matching my speed and giving me the evil eye when i look to the side. at a ton he's still there, stop for the watnall roundabout with the lights on red, same thing happens on the short bit to the M1 roundabout, and i notice he's changing gear at the same time i do now so not falling behind as much, (yes i am using the clutch too, cant be arsed just letting the throttle off and snicking it up a cog) So after the M1 roundabout i get into 2nd gear and he's still by my side, so i just open the throttle, get about 75 or and still within the red line, he's tried to do the same it seems, his engine is positively screaming, i'm sure i can hear the valves bouncing, 2 seconds later there's a big metalig bang, and a real horrible screaming noise (that might have been from the driver not his engine) and he lays down a smoke screen a trabant driver would be proud of (actually it looked more like what you see on D-day films on the beaches) He's rapidly slowing down now as you'd expect, so i slow down to match his speed, he dosent like that and starts pounding his steering wheel and giving me the finger, so i keep going, but i so wanted to stop and laugh as he lifts the bonnet and see's bits of engine internals embedded in his radiator. Just had to share that, i'll go back to being silent now.
