Days like these
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It's days like these that remind you of what sports car driving is all about. Sharp, cold autumn day, blue skys, roof off and great open B roads.
A shiny black Masserati Sport GT cuts in front of me on the main road only to turn off down my favourite B road 20 yards up the road. As we both take the hairpin turn off, the road ahead is perfectly sighted, open and empty.
The Masser floors it big time, the whole car squatting back and the scream from the V8 sounding like a howling banshee as it dissappears up the road. Now, I'm a firm believer in the highway code and, therefore, whilst racing is a big no-no, I do recognise the importance of keeping up with the flow of traffic and maintaining a good spacing with the car in front. With this in mind, I nail the throttle in second.
The bark from the pipercross instanting drowns out anything coming from the masser and I'm pressed to the back of the seat as the AD07's bite - the masser stays at roughly the same distance. Second cam. With an induction scream from hell (those things love cold air) a great chunk of the distance is eaten away, into third and back to 6200rpm and it's game over as I soon have to lift off to maintain a safe distance and speed. As I do, I hear the howl of the masserati as it's still going full bore.
Later he pulled off into the pub near me and gives a big thumbs up and smile. Don't sell your lotus guys - life's too short!
A shiny black Masserati Sport GT cuts in front of me on the main road only to turn off down my favourite B road 20 yards up the road. As we both take the hairpin turn off, the road ahead is perfectly sighted, open and empty.
The Masser floors it big time, the whole car squatting back and the scream from the V8 sounding like a howling banshee as it dissappears up the road. Now, I'm a firm believer in the highway code and, therefore, whilst racing is a big no-no, I do recognise the importance of keeping up with the flow of traffic and maintaining a good spacing with the car in front. With this in mind, I nail the throttle in second.
The bark from the pipercross instanting drowns out anything coming from the masser and I'm pressed to the back of the seat as the AD07's bite - the masser stays at roughly the same distance. Second cam. With an induction scream from hell (those things love cold air) a great chunk of the distance is eaten away, into third and back to 6200rpm and it's game over as I soon have to lift off to maintain a safe distance and speed. As I do, I hear the howl of the masserati as it's still going full bore.
Later he pulled off into the pub near me and gives a big thumbs up and smile. Don't sell your lotus guys - life's too short!
get in there sonny jim ! 
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