Here in Hamilton there's a raised 2x2 lane expressway through the industrial district. It's great, because barring heavy traffic, you can make a 2 minute trip out of what would be a 15 minute drive through the lower traffic-light route.
A couple days ago, I merged onto the beginning of this expressway at the same time as a fellow in an isuzu impulse did from the opposite direction. He was driving quite aggressively, typical for a young fellow like that. Anyway, it turned out that simply maintaining my speed nicely prevented him from moving into the fast lane ahead of me. It obviously annoyed him, and I could see the testosterone boiling away inside him. I tweaked him a little harder by blipping the throttle as I passed him. Anyway, I continued along monitoring his progress. He finally managed to get past a little cluster of traffic and catch up to me settling into a very close tailgating position. We slowly passed a couple cars in the slow lane when he took a shot at passing me on the right. Well, there was another car ahead in the slow lane, and again, maintaining my speed prevented him from getting ahead of me. (I love it when that happens! :twisted: ) So again, he pulled in behind me, we passed that last slow car, and then he lunged back out into the slow lane for the pass. The road was clear ahead, I was in 4th, humming along at 2500ish, and stepped on it. This engine isn't a revver but it sure has a lot of tug in the mid-range. I started to pull away, and slipped it into 5th. Boost came up and I continued to pull away. When I was about 100m ahead of him, I merged into his lane and let him enjoy my smoke trail. When I'd made my point very clear, I let off and coasted. A short time later, he sped past, glaring at me. I didn't even acknowledge his existance. (that always seems to rile them up even more!)
A few seconds later, we ended up side by side at a red light at the end of the expressway. I looked over at him, and for my piece de resistance, patted my mouth in a big yawn, looked ahead just in time to see the light change, and left him with a very smokey (my poor tires!) 2nd gear burnout. Before the next traffic light, he turned into an empty factory driveway and sat there until I was gone.
German Diesel Power: 1
Ricer: 0