Re: An M3 ate my Q

[JMGarciaJr@aol.com]

One has to learn to pick one's fights.

1- I'd never go stoplight-to-stoplight with my urS4. In order for the car to 
yield a modicum of success in the M3 caliber category, I'd have to launch at 
4K, and frankly, I'm not willing to do that.
2- In the rain, all bets are off. Here in SoFla, we get plenty of that, in 
lieu of any other sort of precipitation, and I'd have a chance to a) 
establish a traction advantage over the next guy or b) be able to comfortably 
and safely do things which cause his (or her--one never knows) heart to go 
pitter-pat.
3- There are other ways to "get" an M3, particularly if driven by an idiot. 
Story:

I'm moving along nicely on the FL T-pike, in the flow of traffic at ~75-80 
mph. I have both my V1 and BearTracker up and running. I see traffic begin to 
slow down a hair (but not "thicken", there weren't that many cars out on the 
road at this time) and I get a signal on the BT, meaning "police car ~2 miles 
ahead, not using any radar/lidar (could just be sitting there, using vascar, 
etc.)".

While all this is going on, a SEEMINGLY modified (OK, OK "slammed", etc.) 
Dakar Yellow (boy, do I HATE that color) E36 M3 roars up behind me and tries 
to somehow get around me, then goes to the adjacent lane to get around the 
other car (nondescript Dodge coupe). He flashes lights, honks (!) and 
otherwise gestures/makes a bloody nuisance of his own damned self. I toy with 
him by not letting him pass and let his frustrations build up...which is 
enjoyable, because he seems to be such a jerk.

Finally, I let him run and run free. Over the next hill I find our hero, 
having stepped out of the car and having produced license and registration 
for the local constabulary, in the process of being cited for excessive speed.

Life, some days, is good.

-Joe in SoFla
1992 ur S4, ~54K mi.