wolverine
05-15-2007, 04:18 PM
Bright sunny day, and I’m at the stoplight waiting to turn left onto a six lane road with a long downhill sweeping right hand curve that runs about a quarter mile. The road was paved last year, and the surface is beautiful, and there in front of me is a sparkling blue ‘vette with the license plate “C5 Vette”. At the wheel is a 18-20 something guy who is revving the engine as the light turns green.
Of course, I take the bait, and ‘game on’ as we both hit the gas, not too crazy as we make the tight left turn through the intersection onto the wide open three lane sweeping curve. Once the cars are straight, it’s full throttle, and I’m right on his tail as I hit the paddle at the 8,300 rpm shift into second at 35 mph, and I’ve got to let up a little to keep the back end from breaking loose. The ‘vette’s exhaust note sounds great, and as soon as the rear tires grip, I’m back on the throttle, and I swing into the left lane and pull up beside him. We’re moving through the turn together, and I’m accelerating full on the throttle, thankful for the Head’s Up Display so I can keep my eyes on the road as I hit the paddle again to shift into third at 65 mph.
The tires squeal and the back end steps out just a little, and at about 80 mph, I look to the ‘vette as I’ve now gained about a carlength around the outside of the turn, and the poor guy has a look of complete terror on his face. I ease up as he backs off and we both slow to reasonable speeds. He still looks shaken and is still slowing down as I give him the thumbs up and pull slowly away. I was just starting to have fun.
Of course, I take the bait, and ‘game on’ as we both hit the gas, not too crazy as we make the tight left turn through the intersection onto the wide open three lane sweeping curve. Once the cars are straight, it’s full throttle, and I’m right on his tail as I hit the paddle at the 8,300 rpm shift into second at 35 mph, and I’ve got to let up a little to keep the back end from breaking loose. The ‘vette’s exhaust note sounds great, and as soon as the rear tires grip, I’m back on the throttle, and I swing into the left lane and pull up beside him. We’re moving through the turn together, and I’m accelerating full on the throttle, thankful for the Head’s Up Display so I can keep my eyes on the road as I hit the paddle again to shift into third at 65 mph.
The tires squeal and the back end steps out just a little, and at about 80 mph, I look to the ‘vette as I’ve now gained about a carlength around the outside of the turn, and the poor guy has a look of complete terror on his face. I ease up as he backs off and we both slow to reasonable speeds. He still looks shaken and is still slowing down as I give him the thumbs up and pull slowly away. I was just starting to have fun.