Whenever I go on a tour, I find one, or more idiots who come up close behind me to either prove that they can keep up with a Porsche or else try to get into a race. Depending on how I feel that day, I just let them pass. But sometimes the devil makes me do this: I wait for a nice, long uphill-curve and go with a down-shift afterburner which usually makes the young driver look foolish in front of his girl friend.
Or, I pass a few cars on a double line to put some distance between myself and the Andretty-wanna-be. How do you deel with these Morons who put their headlights right over your rear bumper? Especially Pick-up Truck-Rambos?
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1980 Carrerarized SC with SS 3.2, LSD & Extras. SOLD!
1995 seafoam-green 993 C2, LSD, Sport seats.
Abstract Darwin Ipso Facto: "Life is evolutionary random and has no meaning as evidenced by 7 Billion paranoid talking monkeys with super-inflated egos and matching vanity worshipping illusionary Gods and Saviors ".
