ULP
13-02-2008, 12:44 PM
There I am, sat chewing the cud with a business colleague whilst waiting at the traffic lights, when the unmistakable sound of a Hell-frauds exhaust Saxo comes up alongside me.
The peak-capped pre-pubescent missing-link behind the wheel looks over at my colleague and I, which catches our attention and focuses the mind on him revving the engine. Could it be that he wants to out-drag a diesel supermini with two suited blokes in it? Gosh, it appears he does. A quick ID establishes his chosen Saxo is a VTR, the 90bhp version.
Now, I'm not normally such minded because life is too-short, but you can't constantly deny the monkey inside all of us and expect to feel fully fulfilled. And anyway, my colleague is an appreciative petrol-head of the Audi S4 (B5) variety and 200 metres ahead there is a truck on missing-links side of the road, so I figure the worst that will happen is lifting off the throttle to let the missing-link in.
The lights go to amber and he's clocking over 4000rpm, I'm just waiting to give it a few and dump the clutch. The tension is unbearable. My passenger is clearly dismayed as he realises there isn't enough time to pull a moonie. Shame.
Green. Throttle burried and we're up to 4000rpm in a flash - a slight loss of traction but nothing to worry me. Quick up-change to second and it's foot-to-the-firewall time again, ready to lift-off as I get to 40 and allow the missing-link in ahead of me. It then dawns on me that I can hear the little 3-pot, but the hell-frauds special is getting noticably quieter after an initial flurry of acceleration to the red-line.
A quick check in the rear view mirror tells me all I need to know - if Roger still wants to pull that Moonie he needs to get in to the boot, because the missing-link is in my mirror. Imagine the shame as I then slow down for the next traffic lights.
Mild amusement to us, but you can bet he was crying into his Stella last night - dumped by a diesel supermini with a couple of 'old fogies' (I'm 30!) in the front...
Apologies to all those offended by Monkey Moments :D
The peak-capped pre-pubescent missing-link behind the wheel looks over at my colleague and I, which catches our attention and focuses the mind on him revving the engine. Could it be that he wants to out-drag a diesel supermini with two suited blokes in it? Gosh, it appears he does. A quick ID establishes his chosen Saxo is a VTR, the 90bhp version.
Now, I'm not normally such minded because life is too-short, but you can't constantly deny the monkey inside all of us and expect to feel fully fulfilled. And anyway, my colleague is an appreciative petrol-head of the Audi S4 (B5) variety and 200 metres ahead there is a truck on missing-links side of the road, so I figure the worst that will happen is lifting off the throttle to let the missing-link in.
The lights go to amber and he's clocking over 4000rpm, I'm just waiting to give it a few and dump the clutch. The tension is unbearable. My passenger is clearly dismayed as he realises there isn't enough time to pull a moonie. Shame.
Green. Throttle burried and we're up to 4000rpm in a flash - a slight loss of traction but nothing to worry me. Quick up-change to second and it's foot-to-the-firewall time again, ready to lift-off as I get to 40 and allow the missing-link in ahead of me. It then dawns on me that I can hear the little 3-pot, but the hell-frauds special is getting noticably quieter after an initial flurry of acceleration to the red-line.
A quick check in the rear view mirror tells me all I need to know - if Roger still wants to pull that Moonie he needs to get in to the boot, because the missing-link is in my mirror. Imagine the shame as I then slow down for the next traffic lights.
Mild amusement to us, but you can bet he was crying into his Stella last night - dumped by a diesel supermini with a couple of 'old fogies' (I'm 30!) in the front...
Apologies to all those offended by Monkey Moments :D