cutting notches

on my way home on the highway, this type-r boy racer in front tried to show me the power of his car. guess he just didn't like the fact that i could keep up with him. but guess what. he was such a joke that i'm just going to call him a her starting... now.

so she made the mistake of going behind a slow car and got stuck there. while i breezed past. and then she tried to keep up with me by throwing some dangerously stupid maneuvers. i kept my speed constant to give her a chance and still she couldn't do it.

now let's see some numbers to get a clearer picture.

honda civic type-r: 225bhp

peugeot 407: 150+bhp when new, and it decreases with age.

so if you haven't got the balls to max it out, do not fucking do it.

and after that she threw some more dangerous maneuvers and finally got in front. but i didn't see the point in catching up, so i watched as she buttstuck to one car after another in a bid to get away from me.  as i made my exit.

arrogance? yes.

but then your fucking jap tuner just got raped by a fucking french luxury saloon and that's a fact, alright? go take up knitting, bitch.