How embarassing is this?

[davidn]

Out for a quick blast, exploring the limnits of the throttle when, you guessed it, snap, broken throttle cable. Great, Sunday evening, a deserted industrial estate, forgot the mobile and the roofs at home. What do you do? Simple get the gas meter box key you keep in the glove box (don't ask, I don't know why I've got it either) and wedge it under the throttle arm, hey presto 3,000 rpm. So off I go, first set of ligths are red of course, no problem I sit there happily at 3K, and yes I do have a sports exhaust, when the embarassing bit begins. I look to my right to see a max power Nova complete with 3 backward wearing baseball capped occupants thinking I obviously want to race. The lights go green and off they go deploying all 1.1 litres of Vauxhalls finest. Me, I trundle off to the next roundabout where I find the victors of the traffic light grand prix waiting, laughing there @rses off and greeting my arrival with the universal slowly waving loosly clenced fist gesture, you know the one. Now they decide I deserve a re-match and give me a head start, no, beat me again. Every roundabout, every bus stop, every traffic light is now an opportunity to display the power advantage that an exhaust pipe the size of a bucket obvioulsy provides. Well, I'm pleased I got home under my own steam, I'm glad someone got some fun out of my misfortune but now of course I'm a marked man. They know where I live! So I look forward to a future of finding max'd out Novas and the like lying in wait ready to have a go. Next time boys it ain't gonna be such a push over, I've got 2 meter box keys now with 6,000 on tap. Bring it on!
Davidn