I'm normally quite a docile person but today some little chav really got up my nose. I was driving up a fast A road at the speed limit and a black Clio 197 came screaming up behind me and started doing that weird thing that boy racers do where they get right up your ass then brake, drop back a bit, then accelerate hard up your ass again. We then got to a set of lights at the entrance to an uphill slip road, as soon as they went green I gave it some beans hoping to teach Clio boy a lesson in performance motoring but to be fair he stuck with me all the way until we were both cut up by a guy pulling into the fast lane. When he pulled in again I floored it in 4th and Clio boy simply had no answer and couldn't keep up meaning I was able to arrive at morrisons 30 secs before him. Don't you just love turbocharging.
Abarth 1 - Renault 0
Does anyone else have any immature stories of vs battles with other hot hatches.