ryanmkincaid
08-16-2007, 11:02 AM
Ok, let me start of by saying, I'm not stupid enough to actually believe my car (98' 328i) actually has a chance in hell on the open highway against an M5.
BUT
I did beat one thoroughly. How you ask? Easy, I'm a better driver.
I live in the NYC area and one Saturday night I jump on the FDR northbond from the Brooklyn Bridge exit. I'm late for this date in midtown, 42nd street exit. As soon as I hit the strip, up beside me on the left is a brand new M5. I look at the driver and see a guy about my age and looks back at me and his smile just beams, "Like my new toy?" then he proceeds to kick his toy into gear and peel off.
Now I'm no dummy, I know when I'm out matched but I'm not gonna just roll over for you, I'm gonna show you how big my sack is!
So I floor it and catch up to him pushing 70. He slips back, gives me the head nod and kicks it back up. I nod to myself (while checking the rear view) and say f' it. I throw my automatic into D3 (yes automatic) and take off.
We are neck and neck doing about 85 mph when we hit traffic. In my mind I already had lost so when little openings pop up, I allow him the curtorsy of going first. Traffic wasn't bad and the other drivers were giving us the right of way but this guy with this beast of a car only knows how to drive one way; straight ahead.
So I opened up on his @$$. I took him corner to corner, curve to curve. It seems like the only time he felt comfortable was when we were on a straight away but by that time I was already several car lengths in front of him. I think he gave up at the 34th street exit and I conclusively proved that the machine doesn't make the driver: The driver makes the machine.
So yeah, I'll put my e36 up against anyone anyday and regardless if you beat me or not, you'll know how big my sack is!
BUT
I did beat one thoroughly. How you ask? Easy, I'm a better driver.
I live in the NYC area and one Saturday night I jump on the FDR northbond from the Brooklyn Bridge exit. I'm late for this date in midtown, 42nd street exit. As soon as I hit the strip, up beside me on the left is a brand new M5. I look at the driver and see a guy about my age and looks back at me and his smile just beams, "Like my new toy?" then he proceeds to kick his toy into gear and peel off.
Now I'm no dummy, I know when I'm out matched but I'm not gonna just roll over for you, I'm gonna show you how big my sack is!
So I floor it and catch up to him pushing 70. He slips back, gives me the head nod and kicks it back up. I nod to myself (while checking the rear view) and say f' it. I throw my automatic into D3 (yes automatic) and take off.
We are neck and neck doing about 85 mph when we hit traffic. In my mind I already had lost so when little openings pop up, I allow him the curtorsy of going first. Traffic wasn't bad and the other drivers were giving us the right of way but this guy with this beast of a car only knows how to drive one way; straight ahead.
So I opened up on his @$$. I took him corner to corner, curve to curve. It seems like the only time he felt comfortable was when we were on a straight away but by that time I was already several car lengths in front of him. I think he gave up at the 34th street exit and I conclusively proved that the machine doesn't make the driver: The driver makes the machine.
So yeah, I'll put my e36 up against anyone anyday and regardless if you beat me or not, you'll know how big my sack is!