I feel more human this evening.
I was loping along the highway in light/medium traffic earlier today at around 125 km/h.
The car behind me moves over to the right and a black object replaces it in my rearview mirror, closing in like a rocket!!!
My first reaction is, Oh crap; a cop. But on closer examination, it's a couple guys in their early 20's in a good-old Buick Grand National!
We have both slowed down because I have a car in front of me. The guys in the GN swing right and lope by; just then, the car in front of me moves right as well.
I in turn let the GN move in front of me. The road opened up and on cue, we both HIT IT.
Sorry boys...they walked away from me. No contest, no excuses. I was flat out through 3rd and halfway through 4th. That Buick just plain dug me a 5-10 carlength hole. I mean, he murdered me.
No grudge here because I've always loved GN's and GNX's; in fact I haven't seen (noticed) one on the road in years. Although dated and arguably ugly, they're actually quite rare in their own right, and as many of you may know, they're VERY tunable.
I would seriously consider buying a low-mile example and covering it up for 10-15 years...partially so the value goes up with rarity and partially so that I resist the urge to turn up the wick on that turbo 6 and go Modena-Hunting. Getting GN's deep into the 12's is a piece of cake; 10's are easier than expected.
Moral of the story: there's always someone faster. 
Alps
Whooped by Buick Grand National
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