I guess that makes sence. I constantly telling people a story about when i raced a V Dub Coraddo VR6 on the way home from Glentress where i go biking. We were both on a straight and i was guled to his back bumper from about 40 MPH to about 100 MPH where he started to back out and i kept my foot in it.
So i sailed away from him all proud of myself and my car, feeling great UNTIL!!
Made it all the way to Glasgow, was sitting at a set of lights at St James'es interchange and an old rusty yellow (R) plate punto GT pulled up beside me. At this point in im feeling pretty cocky as i just beat a 2.8 V6 and i know the punto it a 1.4. So hes sitting beside me reving the nuts out this we motor and im just sitting there laughing at him.
Well, guess who got the last laugh (Not Me)
I swear to god. I gave my beloved 180 everything and couldnt get near him. He was off like a bullet
Moral of the story, dont judge a book by its cover !
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