wreckwriter
08-17-2008, 04:39 PM
so I've dropped off my kids and am about 2/3 of the way home, I'm cruising north on the Turnpike at 80 or a bit more. Traffic was moderate but I was in between packs, not much around me and lots of road open in front of me. All of a sudden a white Porsche Carrera zooms up from behind in tucks in right next to me. I don't know squat about these things so can't tell you year or model beyond "Carrera" which was on the back.
I glance over at the guy, late 20s, kinda preppy looking guy, and without a nod or any other signal he flat takes off. I was a bit surprised, by the time I got my pedal to the floor he was at least 10 cars in front of me but he didn't any farther in front.
We ran for about a mile and the distance held as best as I could tell. Then we got back to traffic and slowed. He changed lanes and got off at the next exit.
I never even thought to look at my speedo. I had one eye on upcoming cars and one on the radar detector. I'm almost afraid to know how fast we were going but I know it was fast, really fast.
It was my first street encounter, sure was fun :)
I glance over at the guy, late 20s, kinda preppy looking guy, and without a nod or any other signal he flat takes off. I was a bit surprised, by the time I got my pedal to the floor he was at least 10 cars in front of me but he didn't any farther in front.
We ran for about a mile and the distance held as best as I could tell. Then we got back to traffic and slowed. He changed lanes and got off at the next exit.
I never even thought to look at my speedo. I had one eye on upcoming cars and one on the radar detector. I'm almost afraid to know how fast we were going but I know it was fast, really fast.
It was my first street encounter, sure was fun :)