To the silver bone stock (sans AEM stickers) gen 3 Eclipse trying to race me on 394w during rush hour: I know your AEM stickers clearly denote your years of track experience. I know you thought I could hear you yelling something with my windows down going 55 through thick 5:30pm traffic. I know you wanted to pwnz my slow ass WRX. I know you thought you "won" when you accelerated to 60 mph before braking hard to miss the merging semi truck you weren't paying attention to. I hope the fact that I ignored you didn't completely ruin your awesome day. Awesome
I love those guys! Always (NEVER) paying attention. Just what us motorcycle riders want out on the road...
This statement applied to the miata population of Duluth yesterday. Must be a whole new crop of midlife crisis guys with needs to fulfill.