Not exactly the kind of 40 roll story you’re thinking of, but yesterday I was cruising up one of my favorite local twisty mountain roads, and about 1/4 way up there’s a long, very tempting 90mph straight section where the speed limit intentionally drops from 40 to 30mph.
Anyway, I’m playing it cool doing just under 40 because often enough, there’s a cop hanging out right at the end of that straight before the road turns into “25mph” curves.
I’m ready to cut loose when this aggro moron in a Toyota 4-runner comes blistering up behind me, starts immediately extreme tailgating and flashing his lights, and then pulls out across the double yellow (right before a blind corner) to make a downright suicidal pass (I’m already doing 10 over the limit)…right as I see there’s no cop and I’m putting foot to floor for the last WOT stretch into the braking zone, I catch his overtaking motion in my left mirror, then see him drop back like he’s standing still. After the first pair of corners, he’s nowhere to be seen. I wish I could have seen the look on his face.
Made it 3/4 of the way to the summit…until the temp gauge starts climbing. Fourth time on an uphill since I got the car a month ago even though the weather has only been in the 70s (F). At least I know now to expect it and back off and take it easy before it goes over the “max” line and into limp mode.
The radiator I finally ordered last week from the latest Mountune batch *still*’says “processing”… 🤬
Once again glad I bought this car - once I get it sorted the way I want, it’s going to be a load of shit-eating grins.