Funnily enough, guess what happened this morning? I had an 8P S3 right up my trumpet up a dual carridgeway on the way to Gloucester (A private one obviously - owned by me.... Maybe).
Anyway, I was stuck behind the normal bunch of Monday morning morons pottering to work at 55 MPH in a 70. This guy was falling back, then coming right up again - generally p*ssing me off.
Anyway, got to some traffic lights with approx 1 mile of straight road ahead, and the guy pulls up along side. I have a glance over, he laughs....
It really was a 'More than you can afford pal. Ferrari', 'Smoke him' moment.
Lights turn orange, he hits it. Not my best launch ever. In fact, one of the worst (annoying when it matters the most) as he got at least a car length on me from the line, but no matter. By the time I was half way into thrid, I was back along side and then pulled ahead about 1 and a half car lengths by the time I was changing to 5th.
Bloke looked wounded. And then I laughed back at him before we went our seperate ways.
8L: 1 8P: 0.
Needless to say I gave my car an affectionate pat when I got to where I was going.