bramley wrote:Years ago I was minding my own business driving steadily when an MR2 came steaming up behind. The traffic ahead cleared and I booted it. I drove like I had something to prove. I drove like an arse, so did the MR2 driver. I was taking blind bends at 90 in a 4 wheel drift - utterly stupid. Anyway, this continued for several miles as we climbed an incline, at roughly 80-85, over a crest, into 4th I glance in my mirror and see an MR2 sideways and in a split second it disappeared altogether.
Imagine how you'd feel when a car with the roof down leaves a tree-lined road at around 85, backwards. I shouted at my missus to get the phone, total fear and panic in my mind. He'd be dead for sure, I thought. And I had goaded him into a 'race'.
I turned the car round and raced back to where he'd gone off. A tree was now partly blocking the road. I parked, ran to the spot whilst shouting at my missus to get the first aid kit. As i got to the fallen down tree a man staggered out on to the verge holding a cut on the back of his head, dazed and unsteady. He was at least alive. I begged him to sit down while I called 999.
As I came off the phone, another car stopped and a guy ran over shouting "have you switched the ignition off" the dazed driver couldn't remember so the passer-by trod over the various bits of car, cds, engine cover etc lying on the verge and disappeared behind the trees. I hadn't thought to look at the car yet, so I went to see where it was. It was sitting on its back bumper, wedged between some small trees, pointing perfectly skywards, literally 90 degrees to the ground, with the underside facing the road. The whole front end was noticeably bent.
I could write pages more, but to summarise, the MR2 driver didn't know the road (I knew it very well) and had assumed the road beyond the crest was straight. It wasn't. Both nearside wheels caught the gravel on the edge of the road past the crest as he tried to turn - from then on he was a passenger.
OP - It's not for me to tell you how to drive, and for all I know you were mindful of blind corners, other traffic, stopping distances etc etc. I just hope the above story might make you and others think a little bit differently about "racing" other cars on the road. The faster car on the road, in my experience, is the car whose driver is prepared to take greater risks.
I had my future wife in the car, how could I be so stupid to put her life, my life, and other peoples lives at risk just because I wanted to be Billy Big Balls and prove I could drive faster than someone else? What if it was my car that left the road? What if the MR2 driver died?
I'm not here to patronize people, I enjoy driving quickly just like the next man. Not surprisingly the events on that day made me think very carefully about how I drive, and now if I want to "race" someone I do it on a track.
If someone else wants drive at the same speed as me, then fine. If he can keep, then fine . . . . If not, I dont have prob with that,
If he crashes while driving with me I have no issue, I neither made a challenge nor invited a race.
I only have a problem if he tries to shift the blame on me for his poor choices. He makes his own choices, I cannot drive for him . . .
In your case the MR 2 chose to drive past his ability and paid the price . . .
There is a nice motorcycling saying that seems apt here, " Never ride faster than your guardian angel can fly !"
Seems to sum it up really . . .