Relay-Version: version B 2.10 5/3/83; site utzoo.UUCP Posting-Version: version B 2.10.2 9/5/84; site ssc-bee.UUCP Path: utzoo!decvax!ittatc!dcdwest!sdcsvax!ncr-sd!hp-sdd!hplabs!tektronix!uw-beaver!ssc-vax!ssc-bee!thill From: thill@ssc-bee.UUCP (Tom Hill) Newsgroups: net.auto Subject: Mustangs and GTIs (and a story) Message-ID: <487@ssc-bee.UUCP> Date: Thu, 20-Feb-86 12:45:45 EST Article-I.D.: ssc-bee.487 Posted: Thu Feb 20 12:45:45 1986 Date-Received: Sun, 23-Feb-86 13:00:50 EST Distribution: na Organization: Boeing Aerospace Co., Seattle, WA Lines: 46 It has been interesting reading Chuck's flames about GTI's. I own a GTI and I have never thought of it as a sports car. After driving a 1978 rabbit (absolutely no power) I bought the GTI because I like the old rabbit body style and I wanted something that could do 65+ w/o the struts bouncing. Now for the story... I was driving home late one night on a 50mph highway next to where I work and got stopped at a light behind a 82 (or so) Mustang. It was raining and it was pretty slick since it hadn't rained for a few weeks. When the light turned the Mustang took off and I started but before I reached 50 the Mustang was going slower than the speed limit so I moved over into the right lane (2 lanes each way) and slowly passed him (and his high school friends) while doing the speed limit. A few seconds later he comes roaring past as if he just achieved some great feat of manhood. I was feeling pretty mellow after having had a good workout and a greasy burger so I just shrugged and watched him go. Well, a half mile later I am still going 50 (remember the rain) and I catch up to him and again I pass him. Once again I saw him start to punch it only this time he was going to do a "cruise by", having some (but not much) pride I decided to make him work for it so I pressed the gas. He noticed that he wasn't gaining on me so once again he romped on it and went flying past. I had maybe reached 60-62 and he had reached around 70. Of course I dropped my speed back down to 50 after having my bunny stepped on by a horse and knowing full well that there was a dog-leg right followed by a dog- leg left coming up :-). I watched him go into the turn but unfortunately for him he hadn't slowed down and I saw his break lights go on as he entered the first dog-leg. Naturally it was already too late or I wouldn't be telling this story :-). He started sliding but I lost sight of him because of a guardrail on the right, however, I did see his headlights spin so I knew he didn't make it. when I came around the first curve there he was rear ended in a ditch at a 35 degree angle with his lights peeping up over the edge of the highway. I honked and waved and I have been laughing ever since. SOMETIMES THE NICE GUY WINS, Tom Hill PS. BEEP BEEP, bye chuck :-)