Date: Thu, 14 Jun 2001 13:00:32 -0700 From: Milton Brewster <scribblenopsam.com> Subject: New Saab, old story.
... so I'm in my new Saab 9-3 coupe, going 35 MPH in moderate traffic on the expressway. I'm several blocks from where I need to turn right. A bright red year-old BMW 3-something coupe driven by a skinhead wearing a baseball cap comes up on the right. He guns his engine and wants to play. Being a tired, conservative old guy; I slow down to pull in behind him, because I'm going to turn in a minute. He slows down, too, blocking my exit. I pull a sly trick on him that all old guys with slow cars know about: I step on it briefly to fake him out; expecting him to step on it, too -- then I will slow down by surprise and pull in behind him anyway. So he steps on it. Just then my turbo kicks in and I'm enchanted. All by itself and without consulting me first, my right foot dives for the floorboard, its landing cushioned by the gas pedal. The Saab squirts ahead. The BMW actually couldn't keep up. I was able to safely -- SAFELY -- pass the kid, change lanes, and take my right-hand turn. I even had time to hit the brakes so I could take the turn fairly safely. I know I've been a bad boy, but the Saab made me do it. m
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