Had to tell someone
Now, it's quite possible that I have a distorted view of the events that transpired, but you decide...
So, I'm coming home this evening and come up to a stoplight. A new Vette pulls up behind me. The light turns green and I get a quick jump off the line like I always like to do. This particular stretch of road goes from two lanes to three right after the intersection and continues on a gentle curve for about a 1/4 mile before the lanes go back to two again. I hear the Vette punch it and I already know what he's doing. Coming around on my left to prevent being stuck behind the lowly 914.
Now, I must admit logic left me at that point. I'm nearing forty and I'm too old to do this type of stuff. But, why not? Already in second and a half a car length behind, I floored it and then grabbed third. At the apex of the curve, I'm even with the Vette. Hit fourth and I can hear him nailing it. But my baby is still staying even with him.
Okay, so I knew I had a decision. Though technically I had the lane, I didn't want to force him into the divider when the lanes converged. More importantly, I knew the Vette would blow my doors off eventually and I could avoid a ticket by just standing down. So, I let off the throttle and let the Vette pass, smiled and waved as he blasted down the straightaway.
Six months ago, I nearly sold her. Now, I'm really glad I didn't. I know the 914 in a serious race against a Vette or any number of sports cars is going to lose. But, isn't it just a ton of fun when you surprise somebody like that?
Steve
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