This is a true story:
Saturday night, just after it got real dark (6:30 pm). I was turning West on M-43 off of M-40 and I checked my rear view mirror. There were headlights right on my tail--I knew what would come next if I allowed it, he was going to pass. Now at this particular junction, there is approximately a half mile of passing lane that merges into one lane for the next nine miles. I didn't particularly wish to be behind the other driver--especially since I was in a bit of a hurry. So, anticipating his next move, I depressed the accelerator firmly and was proud of the 5,200 rpm shifts I was getting....when all of a sudden I became aware of the other car coming up on my right. I held the accelerator to the floor--hoping to give him a run for his money--but to no avail. That guy (gal?) passed me like I was a grandparent with hemoroids. In fact, he passed me so fast that I couldn't even see what he was driving.
Well, it didn't take either of us long to catch up to some trafic, and when I did, I was just able to make out "Jetta VR6" on the back. Talk about humiliating
Did I mention that I was driving my wife'* Mercury Villager?
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RIP Oldsmobile, April 29
1995 Bonneville SE Supercharged (Stock)
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