. . .on my way home from work this evening - heading north on I-5 in the fast lane doing about 75 mph - minding my own business - when I see the distinctive headlights of a new BMW coming up quickly behind me. He shoots into the number 2 lane to try to pass me and before I knew what happened, my passive-aggressive alter-ego stepped in and decided. . .no way, not today. Game on. A quick downshift to third immediately brought all 3.5 liters roaring up to five grand under the disciplined authority of the Schrick cam and my coupe took off like a scalded cat. Out of the corner of my eye I see its an M3 as I pull away from him before he realizes WTF just happened. He jumped in behind me, but it was too late. I hit fourth, then fifth. He was keeping up about ten car lengths behind, but couldn't close on me. I'm not sure how fast I was going (my speedo is in km and I was kinda busy) but it was pretty friggin' fast. Now, I freely admit that he would've caught me in short order and spanked my coupe in the long run. . .but that's not the point. I would've kept the fun going, but ran out of room when I caught up to the traffic ahead. I slowed down to let him pass me if he wanted. He didn't. Instead he came up next to me, then worked his way over to the next exit. I was following him to get around slower traffic. Then I see his window roll down as he gets off the exit -- I fully expected the middle finger -- but was surprised at the big thumbs up and horn blowing! Its refreshing to see some of our newer brethren who actually respect and appreciate their heritage! The last guy I did this to was in an older M6 -- and he was less than happy.
I love this car. . .
I love this car. . .
