On the way to work this morning, I again crossed paths with a scirocco driven by a fellow who works in the same area. We've had fun on the backroads early mornings before, but I was always in my passat. Not so, this time!
I was behind him at a traffic light, waiting to turn left onto a 4 lane road that narrows to 2 lanes after about 800m. Advance green light comes on and he gives it. I took it easy through the intersection, slipped it into second while taking the outside lane and stood on the loud pedal. The old bunny reeled him in and in third gear went by him like he was standing still. His exhaust sounded sweet at full song as I went by, then I held it deep in fourth just to let him know full well that it was the smoke of a diesel engine he was cutting through. It was an older scirocco, probably 84, but it sounded distinctly 16v. Wouldn't suprise me, the guy works part time at a speed shop. He'll probably be wondering if a diesel transplant is worthwhile now, I imagine. I don't normally like lambasting the dung out of a fellow 'dubber like that, but it's hard to let pass an opportunity to flaunt diesel superiority.