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Gave a quick training seminar to a kid in a riced out Eclipse this morning. I call it "reality" versus "perception".
He came flying up on me and then proceeded to swerve back and forth like a Nascar driver warming up the tires about three feet off my bumper. I stayed on the gas and tapped the brake pedal in an attempt to back him off a bit, but he was glued to my bumper, so I slowed down until he finally whipped around me.
As he floored it around me he "perceived" that his horribly applied body kit, bolt on wing and fart can muffler had somehow made his car faster. In "reality" I let him get next to me and then my quiet little eco car smoked his kid-engineered F&F rip off for a quarter mile down the road until I deemed it too dangerous to continue. It was a hard lesson for him, I hope he was able to drive through all the tears to his destination!
Well worth the two miles of range I sacrificed!
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