Miata Mailing List: October 1996, Message #0188
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   From: Will Errington 

Subject: Victor Ludorum

   Date: Thu, 3 Oct 1996 13:07:34 -0500



Dear all,



On a "racing theme", I was once the unwitting victim of an unwarranted piece

of drag racing when I lived in Sheffield (England etc). Overtook a Lada,

bloke inside (with his chip overflowing from his shoulder onto the passenger

seat) took a dim view of this and dropped down a "cog".



Right up my arse, weaving in an out (not of my arse), getting all

aggressive. I wasn't fancying the aggro myself, and let "Mr Poland" roar

(-ish) past me. He seemed oblivious to the fact that there was one of those

traffic island type things separating the two lanes. That amused me, but

that, as they say, was just the tart's duvet.



His face, as he past me, was a smug and superior snoot. Casual, yet

dismissive. Wanker.



As he roared off in a cloud of burning oil and mechanical parts, I thought

to myself that he was looking a bit self-righteous. Suddenly, just as he (I

presume) shifted down a gear to slow for the imminent round-about

(they're....oh, never mind), his tortured engine obviously couldn't take any

more of this treatment, and let him know all it. 



With an audible "Bang!" (I was a couple of hundred yards away and the noise

was as clear as a bell) and an explosion of light, flame and smoke from his

undercarriage (if you'll pardon the expression), his exhaust pipe (again, I

presume) exploded sending shards of red-hot metal (hopefully) right up his

jacksay.



I drove past and ignored the flaming wreck of his own vanity (Homer).



Cheers (and careful!),



Will



1.8i BRG 96 "Passive"













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