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Subtitle: The complete humiliation.

Lovely day yesterday. Unusually warm and sunny here in southern Sweden. Decided to take the Carrera to work. It is a 25 miles commute of which more than half is highway. In this case a part of the highway that is in good shape and typically not much traffic at all.

So there I am, happy trolling along in my little Carrera, on my way to the on ramp of the highway, felling real cool and fast. Well, I am about to get degraded. Shown my place, as it were.

A couple of miles before the highway I notice a silver car in front of me. Coming closer I discover it is a 996 Turbo. Man, those babies have a wide rear end! Anyway, turns out he is going the same way as me, out on the highway.

It is just him and me now, accellarating out from the on ramp on to the highway. Not another car in sight for at least a mile. Sun in the back. No wind. Steady grip on the wheel. Focused. Determined.

As we hit the highway he starts accellerating further. I am on his tail (not dangerously close of course) and it is like a classic duel. A showdown at dawn. He knows that I know that he knows...this is it.

Passing 70 mph. 80 mph. 90 mph. I have the pedal to metal BUT I am still on his tail. I am feeling sharp. Unbeatable. On the edge. Someone to reccon with.

Now, usually I am very cautious driver. My friends even call me chicken. I rarely exceed the speed limits and I really do not fancy driving very fast. Scares me.

So, right about 120 mph I am still flooring it but decided to call it a day. Pretty darn satisfied I have held my ground all the way up to here.

And thatīs when he kicked me right where it hurts the most. You see, at almost exact the same moment as I am about to let off the loud pedal he has, cunningly waiting for the punch line, decided to finally show my my vintage air cooled torsion bar place.

At that exact moment I clearly see how that fat Turbo suddenly lower itīs wide rear even further to the ground and then...before I even realize what happened..he gone. Gone! Flying away! Leaving me so completely dusted I can not believe it. We are on the far side of 120 mph for crapīs sake and my right foot is almost pressed threw the floor pan!

Those cars have pretty high back rests so I had not been able to make out the driver during all the commotion, but just as I am about to let off, seeing that rear end disappearing in front of me, I see a hand waving at me and a long blond hair appears from behind the seat back rest.

So there you have it. If you are going to be completely degraded and humiliated - have it done by a young blond in a Turbo.