Ok, so I was on my way out this evening, weather was warm so the windows were
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(obviously) down.
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Pulling out onto the A13 I caught a glimps of a Merc SL55 AMG waiting to join from the opposite way.
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No big deal, I like them, they make a fantastic sound if nothing else!!
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So I goes about a mile along the A13 to a roundabout.
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I'm in the right hand lane as I'm wanting to take the 3rd
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(and final) exit off of the roundabout.
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Theres an R33 Skyline GTS infront of me, low rise spoiler so it's a bit of a give away that it's not a GTR.
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All of a sudden I spotted in my rear view that this AMG merc is coming up to the roundabout
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(lights were still red btw) at a xxxxxx rapid speed.
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Possibly circa 70ish mph and only 100 or so yards from the lights/roundabout.
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He decides on the middle lane, and slows to an almost sensible speed just behind my car.
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At this point, the lights change so we all begin to pull away.
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By this time, nob jockey in the merc is about 3/4 of a car length in front of me.
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As the Skyline pulls away, he
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(unknowingly) runs over a tin can
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(I didn't see it either, and I was behind him!!) which I assume was full of a drink
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(fizzy at that) of some kind.
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Cue, can being crushed, Merc along side said can.
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LOTS of pressure on a can
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= whoooooooooooooosh.
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The entire contents of the can exploded in the general direction of the nob jockeys in the AMG merc
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General cries of
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"arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" from the merc, and me in complete and utter fits of laughter.
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When we got to the next set of lights on the roundabout, I could even see the shoulders of the Skyline driver going up and down, so he was obviously having a bloody good chuckle at it too
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Did I forget to mention that the Merc had its roof and windows down?
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They did however continue to prove the
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"Rich kid in daddies car" nob jockey status by roaring away from the roundabout at over double the
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(50 mph) speed limit carving their way through the evening traffic
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So the light summer shower was EVERYTHING they deserved
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