I’ll tell you all a quick wee story since we are in the pub after all.
One saturday I picked up two men and two women in the taxi. One of the men said to me that the plan was to go a couple of streets down the road to where his car was parked, and him and his wife would get out and into his car, then I had to follow him with the two remaining in my taxi, out of Glasgow some 10 miles to his house.
Sure as god we get to his car and it was a big red ferrari. So he repeats, “Just follow me driver.” To which I reply, “No problem, but just remember it’s not a f***ing ferrari I’m driving!” (I’ve got such a poetic way with words on a Saturday night LOL )
Anyway, we get out of town, hit the motorway, and sure enough he takes off like a bat out of hell. Luckily his mate has a rough idea where we are going so guides me. But when we take the off ramp of the motorway we came to a very large roundabout, and sure enough, the red baron is sitting there waiting for us.
So this is where he decides to show off. He jams his foot down on the accellerator pedal, (obviously with the intention of speeding off and impressing absolutely no-one) but because all of the power comes from the rear of one of those monsters, he ends up losing the back end on the roundabout, his car completely spins around, now facing the wrong way on the road, and I end up almost running into the FRONT of the big red Ferrari.
Now, the point of telling that story, in light of the Japan crash, is this. I have never drove a car that powerful. And I reckon we all, at some point, have dreamt of driving the Ferrari, the Lambo, the Aston. However, I don’t think, and again I’m only guessing cos I’ve never done it, but I don’t think you just jump in a machine like that and drive it the same way you drive your average Honda Accord.
I reckon you need to respect the power of those things, you need to have a bit more control. Otherwise you just end up looking like a total arse facing the wrong way on a roundabout. Or even worse, you end up looking like an even bigger total arse on GLOBAL news bulletins as the guy who destroyed not only your own supercar, because you didn’t have a fu***ng clue what you were doing, but you managed to destroy a dozen OTHER supercars because you didn’t have a fu***ng clue what you were doing.
And just for the record, any car that can’t take at least two sets of golf clubs should never have the handle “supercar” imho in the first place !
Another true story: Once pulled up at traffic lights in the belting rain next to a guy driving a Ferrari. He had his golf clubs in the front passenger footwell. Just didn’t look right at all.
Mind you, didn’t look nearly as bad as his poor wife who was strapped to the roof-rack, poor woman was soaked to the skin LOL!!
(only joking about that part obviously) ![:slight_smile: :slight_smile:](https://forums.babypips.com/images/emoji/twitter/slight_smile.png?v=5)