Okay, okay, so I do know that a P5 is in NO way a formidable adversary for such a machine, however that knowledge only makes this story all the better...
So I'm driving around taking the long way to lunch with an old friend I haven't caught up with in awhile. Dropping down into a windy canyon road, a bright yellow vette comes up behind me, tailgating... I'm busy chatting so I just sorta stay my course... he then high-beams me, and honks then flys by me in a VERY dumb low-visibility area, so I drop the talk and turn up the wick to get back on him 'cause it really pissed me off.
To my amazement, in a couple of corners I was RIGHT back on his tail. So of course I return the favor, and promptly turn my high beams on, and hang tight. He accellerates again, and I drop another gear and amazingly somewhat keep him in sight (there's twists and bends all the way) Then the corners tighten up a bit, and once again now, me driving at about 8-10ths am back on him. He's swinging WAY wide for tight turns and apparantly trying quite hard, and I'm fairly comfortably staying in my lane and barely getting a bit of cornering squeal form my tires, and actually having to brake soasto not run into him. Infact allthe way out to the end of the windy road, I decide to make it obvious that he's a bad driver by staying WAY closer on his bumper than I would normally be comfortable driving. He's getting more and more riled all the while...
Okay, this is a ******* Z06 vette. It's got 3times the horsepower, and twice the contact patch not to mention many other small variables, There is absolutely NO excuse for whoever was driving to have not dropped my ass in a BAD way.
At the end of the canyon, it intersects with a long straight highway stretch. I pull up behind him and am given the finger as he takes off burning rubber in a show of horsepower that I indeed have no match for. As I'm venting to my white-knuckled friend who I'd forgotten was there, and apologizing for my behaviour, a cop pulls out of the bushes infront of me and eventually nabs the vette that had to be doing 100... That's gotta suck. first you get schooled by an underpowered stationwagon in the twisties, then get ****** by the state patrol after some form of attempted 1/4mile run.
I'd attribute a good bit of this experience ot the fact that our cars are sooo damn fun and easy to drive fast not to mention entirely forgiving at their suprisingly high limits. The vette driver on the other hand, had to deal with a car with limits so high that I'd imagine exploring them to be potentially catastrophic.
That said... HA HA I ******* dusted a goddamn vette in the twisties... and not just A vette, but a sweet new performance-package one that's proclaimed to be one fo the best handling cars ever. If only it could've been a race for pinks *heh*
So I'm driving around taking the long way to lunch with an old friend I haven't caught up with in awhile. Dropping down into a windy canyon road, a bright yellow vette comes up behind me, tailgating... I'm busy chatting so I just sorta stay my course... he then high-beams me, and honks then flys by me in a VERY dumb low-visibility area, so I drop the talk and turn up the wick to get back on him 'cause it really pissed me off.
To my amazement, in a couple of corners I was RIGHT back on his tail. So of course I return the favor, and promptly turn my high beams on, and hang tight. He accellerates again, and I drop another gear and amazingly somewhat keep him in sight (there's twists and bends all the way) Then the corners tighten up a bit, and once again now, me driving at about 8-10ths am back on him. He's swinging WAY wide for tight turns and apparantly trying quite hard, and I'm fairly comfortably staying in my lane and barely getting a bit of cornering squeal form my tires, and actually having to brake soasto not run into him. Infact allthe way out to the end of the windy road, I decide to make it obvious that he's a bad driver by staying WAY closer on his bumper than I would normally be comfortable driving. He's getting more and more riled all the while...
Okay, this is a ******* Z06 vette. It's got 3times the horsepower, and twice the contact patch not to mention many other small variables, There is absolutely NO excuse for whoever was driving to have not dropped my ass in a BAD way.
At the end of the canyon, it intersects with a long straight highway stretch. I pull up behind him and am given the finger as he takes off burning rubber in a show of horsepower that I indeed have no match for. As I'm venting to my white-knuckled friend who I'd forgotten was there, and apologizing for my behaviour, a cop pulls out of the bushes infront of me and eventually nabs the vette that had to be doing 100... That's gotta suck. first you get schooled by an underpowered stationwagon in the twisties, then get ****** by the state patrol after some form of attempted 1/4mile run.
I'd attribute a good bit of this experience ot the fact that our cars are sooo damn fun and easy to drive fast not to mention entirely forgiving at their suprisingly high limits. The vette driver on the other hand, had to deal with a car with limits so high that I'd imagine exploring them to be potentially catastrophic.
That said... HA HA I ******* dusted a goddamn vette in the twisties... and not just A vette, but a sweet new performance-package one that's proclaimed to be one fo the best handling cars ever. If only it could've been a race for pinks *heh*
. Butyea, like I said, totally offguard I was just driving chatting with a friend. I actually had a couple bags of groceries in the backseat and my RC truck in the back, so I was going cautious trying not to toss them around toomuch as well, atleast my sub's bolted down now. 
