I was on the A13 towards Canvy in a line of trafic.Out of nowhere comes this BM,roaring up to my bumper,must have come down the slip from Stanford, because there wasn`t anyone behind for as far as I could see.
Anyway it had an M3 number plate that also read
`I am the man,how dare you hold me up`.
Well he sat on my ar$e then dropped back a bit then charged back again,you all know the type.
I ended up actually praying out aloud, please trafic pull over pleasssse.
As if by magic, one by one, the cars in front
got into the nearside lane.
Here was his big chance, sh-thead and his powerful,expensive, new supercar was going to show this 16year old car with a spoiler and big exhaust just what a super car is all about.
Well once the trafic had moved over I purposely eased down, he was nearly in the boot by now, I put it in third and slowly started to accelerate, by this time he must have been ready to burst, time to go
, I floored the loud pedal and totally blew him away.
Hang on I thought, he might have been wrong geared,I`ll give him another go.
I slowed right down,and up the dick came for another helping.
This time I gave a few revs so to be sure he knew I was going, well this time I dropped him so easy he pulled into the nearside lane flashing a sign
`I wasn`t trying to race na na
`.
Methinks he wont try pushing little old MR2`s out of the way in such a hurry in the future.
I wonder did he tell all his mates up the pub about his run in with a little Jap car? I doubt it
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