Ok, it happened... I got my comeuppance (sp?) on Sunday.
This is good : Happily found myself behind a bloke in a Porsche turbo (late ninties I think) with a desire to have a go!
This is not so good: the road was twilight road from clevedon over the hill and through to whitford park road.
I stuck on him fine until I got into the first two sharp(marked about 20kmhr) corners but then he sadly started getting away through the next 8 hairpins going up there! he slowed for me to overtake after cresting the hill (i think his missus was beating him by then) and we had another short rocket trip to the intersection before parting company.
but yeah.. dissapointed that he pulled away, although if I was ever going to get whipped by a car, I think that road and a porsche turbo is a good way to start! I know the hill sort of well but normally take it quite easy given other cars tendancy to cross the lines out of blind corners! I'd like to say i could take him another day but i'm not sure.
Anyone else got sob stories about being bested by a car?
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