The best laid schemes of mice and men go oft awry.

With a hefty number of killer wasps, and the theoretical ability to run a fairly quick quarter mile, I left the workshop.
For the last two weeks or so, I’ve been driving around with this “I’m unbeatable” chip on my shoulder, keeping a close eye for any potential races.

Sunday night I found someone, another XR6 Turbo. I was giddy with glee, because I figured he’d at least give me a little challenge, as opposed to most cars on the road.

I knocked the car down a gear, brought up the revs a little, brought up the boost, then let the blow-off valve make it’s noise. He did the same, and it was on.
The result was not quite what I’d expected.

I wasn’t prepared for a loss, it was just something that my ego hadn’t allowed room for. To make things worse, it wasn’t just a loss, I was humiliated.
With the kind of power that this guy must have, I’m surprised he was able to maintain any form of traction. While I was at full throttle, he pulled away almost like I was standing still.

If any good came from this, it’s probably that I’ve lost interest in a repeat performance.