I don't know what it is about Sunday's....but I always seem to have fun on my way to watch fooball. So I'm cruising at around 55 in a 45 and a Carrera4 convertible blows by me doing around 75-80. I catch up to him at the next light. I pull up and tell him nice car. We exchange pleasantries....he said his is a tiptronic 2002. He asked if I had AWD??? He obviously doesn't know much about cars. He asks how much HP I have...I tell him it's rated at 350 and he said...that's about what mine is too. So...I ask...you wanna run? He obliges. Light goes green and I hit it....I lay off around 25-30 when I see he is way back.
He catches up and said something about his TipTronic not working or something. So we're at about a 35-40 roll...my dead spot with my 3.23s. I pull him by about 2 carlengths by 75-80.
Next light he said he was impressed with my car but he'd probably beat me in the 1/4 mile. I said...um...Ok...have a good day, he went left..I went right.
He was a cool guy but obviously knew nothing about cars. I figured he would light it up from a launch as it was AWD...but he obviously didn't know what he was doing. He'd beat me in the 1/4??? Riiiiiight............
Oh well....TA 1 Porche 0