M5 vs......SUV's????
Apparently someone at the dealer told him it was "turbosupercharged" and that 500 horsepower Bavarian cruise missiles were of no consequence to his japanese grocery-getter. As soon as we hit the highway on-ramp I hit the fun button and fishtailed into the fastlane, taking it up to light speed faster than he could say "Biggie Smalls is the illest". Not to be outdone, he followed me through a mile of rather dense traffic and eventually passed me (I was no longer trying to make a point) while cutting off everyone he possibly could. When he hit his exit, he put on his HAZARDS!!! I was absolutley dumbfounded.
I'm sorry, did you think I was racing your SUV???
Apparently someone at the dealer told him it was "turbosupercharged" and that 500 horsepower Bavarian cruise missiles were of no consequence to his japanese grocery-getter. As soon as we hit the highway on-ramp I hit the fun button and fishtailed into the fastlane, taking it up to light speed faster than he could say "Biggie Smalls is the illest". Not to be outdone, he followed me through a mile of rather dense traffic and eventually passed me (I was no longer trying to make a point) while cutting off everyone he possibly could. When he hit his exit, he put on his HAZARDS!!! I was absolutley dumbfounded.
I'm sorry, did you think I was racing your SUV???[/QUOTE]
He probably think so
Apparently someone at the dealer told him it was "turbosupercharged" and that 500 horsepower Bavarian cruise missiles were of no consequence to his japanese grocery-getter. As soon as we hit the highway on-ramp I hit the fun button and fishtailed into the fastlane, taking it up to light speed faster than he could say "Biggie Smalls is the illest". Not to be outdone, he followed me through a mile of rather dense traffic and eventually passed me (I was no longer trying to make a point) while cutting off everyone he possibly could. When he hit his exit, he put on his HAZARDS!!! I was absolutley dumbfounded.
I'm sorry, did you think I was racing your SUV???
Same deal with the M3. Everytime I am on the highway some fool has to hop on it behind me "picking my pocket" and then wants to race..
After you destroy them 10-15 times, its still not enough. The blow by you, weaving in and out of traffic dangerously and then flash you like "thanks for the run"
). Mr Camaro realized that he was going to hit me, stepped on the brakes, lost control and spun out into a cotton field, with dust flying everywhere..I laughed so hard, 10 minutes later when I got home I was still almost hysterical, and when the wife asked me what I was laughing about, I told her that she would not understand, she had to be there!
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). It's rare I floor it, but sometimes...you must dispose of tailgaters!-Matt
). It's rare I floor it, but sometimes...you must dispose of tailgaters!-Matt
how much boost are you running?
- 350Z. Destroyed, buslengths, twice, fly-by.
- Same night: older Accura tailgating, destroyed, same deal.
- Last week, an older guy in a Infiniti G35 coupe. Killed him, multiple times, but he just kept coming, so I finally said the hell with it and let him have his fly-by. Idiot damn near spun out cutting through traffic while doing it.
It's as if they're either stupid enough to think that you were just "lucky" enough to beat them by 100 carlengths, and that if they can just get it right, they'll close that gap and stomp that big ol' bad Benz! Either that, or their powers of denial are so strong that in comitting their fly-by, they somehow manage to delude themselves into thinking that the car which made them look like they'd deployed a parachute moments ago has suddenly transformed itself into the Clampett's truck from the Beverly Hillbillies, allowing them to fly by in an easy kill, hazards flashing, sporting a triumphant smirk as they oogle Ellie Mae and swerve to avoid the furniture falling off.
It is a strange phenomenon, I'll tell ya...if I get whooped (OK, hasn't happened yet in this car, but I'm sure it will at some point
- 350Z. Destroyed, buslengths, twice, fly-by.
- Same night: older Accura tailgating, destroyed, same deal.
- Last week, an older guy in a Infiniti G35 coupe. Killed him, multiple times, but he just kept coming, so I finally said the hell with it and let him have his fly-by. Idiot damn near spun out cutting through traffic while doing it.
It's as if they're either stupid enough to think that you were just "lucky" enough to beat them by 100 carlengths, and that if they can just get it right, they'll close that gap and stomp that big ol' bad Benz! Either that, or their powers of denial are so strong that in comitting their fly-by, they somehow manage to delude themselves into thinking that the car which made them look like they'd deployed a parachute moments ago has suddenly transformed itself into the Clampett's truck from the Beverly Hillbillies, allowing them to fly by in an easy kill, hazards flashing, sporting a triumphant smirk as they oogle Ellie Mae and swerve to avoid the furniture falling off.
It is a strange phenomenon, I'll tell ya...if I get whooped (OK, hasn't happened yet in this car, but I'm sure it will at some point








