Every day I do the same thing, there is a two lane that merges to one in the town I live in. I always have to be first. Everyone else wants to be first, and it doesn't matter if it's a minivan or a semi tractor trailer; everyone wants first because the speed limit is only 50 and they don't want to be stuck behind some grandma doing 40 the whole way.
One day it was raining out, I was aproaching the merge along side a mazda, couldn't catch the model, it was a newer sub-compact and it was riced out with the loud fart-can exhaust, tints, and a carbon-fiber hood. I heard his down shift as i aproached him, so I hit the traction control and from about 35mph I downshifted from D to 2 as I punched it. I actually drifted as the front tires broke free and almost went offroad (luckily away from oncoming traffic) but I regained a general straight direction as I pulled a full car length ahead and could hear his fart-can over the sound of my supercharger whine.
Needless to say, I did 40mph the whole way home with him tailgating me, and a big old grin on my face!
05' GTP, stock grocery-getter
Mongoose 21 speed mountain-bike; wide seat, baseball card in spokes, and a little bell that goes "cha-ching"
