Yep, you read that right. Got my butt handed to me by an grey haired fella in a caddy.
I'm driving home on rt 35 (two lanes each direction , couple of traffic lights). I catch a traffic light that has been yellow a bit to long and decide to stop. The caddy behind me is rushing the light but my move messes him up. He pulls into the right lane. I know his coming actions.
I hold the incline with the hand brake and bring the RPMs up 2-3K. The light goes green and I'm off. Not one of those shot out of a sling shot launches I can occasionally find, but respectable none the less. VRRRRRMP 1st is done. Smooth into 2nd. VRRRRRMP topping 2nd. I look over my shoulder figuring this guy should be toast by now. No He's on my rear quarter panel.
I'm shocked. I botch my shift to 3rd and hit the Rev limiter (not a good feeling). He blows past me. Sure I could find 3rd at this point and catch him but that would just be a fly by.
1)never count your chickens before they're hatched.
2)do not under estimate the big luxury car next to you.
3)Old white guys do race. (in reference to another thread)
Buy the way, anyone know if that thing was super charged, because it sure was quick.