The answer to the question no-one asked.
I came up behind the Gaylardo on an unnamed road on my commute this moring. I was doing around 80 k's, when Mr Lambo saw me, dropped a gear and nailed it, probably in second judging from the scream the thing made. I wound it on in third and stayed with him for 20 metres, then just sailed past. He suddenly found something more important to do and gave up.
Yeah, I know it's childish, and I probably contributed to global warming and killing some endangered microbe, but shit it was fun.
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