Imagine the scene, we've al been there at some point...
A couple of hours ago me and the missus were bored and decided to go out for a random late night drive. "Cruised" around a couple of local town centres and had a bit of a blat along some deserted country roads just to blow out the cobwebs.
Started to get a bit tired so we decided to go home. The route home took us along a national speed limit dual carriage way broken up by the odd set of traffic lights. While driving I noticed some headlights rapidly gaining in the rear view mirror. Thought nothing of it and just carried on while they caught up and drew and stayed level with us. I looked over and sure enough, it was the Saxpoo brigade with 3 lads and a girl looking back at me. Next thing I know, the driver dips the clutch and revs his lawn mower engine coupled to a dustbin exhaust indicating he wanted a race. Me and the missus both laughed as we approached some traffic lights.
Both of us stopped at the red light when I hear a beep and the passenger is hanging out of the window shouting something over. I wind mine down and the passenger (clutching on to a can of cheap lager) shouts "Wot dus FR stand for (pointing at the badge on thefront wing), F**kin Retard?!" And again the driver bounces the engine on the limiter. I just smiled back and gave a little diesel clatter after which all the occupants on the Saxpoo start laughing. I looked down to the passenger's door and notice a VTS badge. A bad thought just crossed my mind, have I just bitten off more than I can chew? Saxo's might well be remodelled biscuit tins but they are pretty rapid off the mark...
Anyway, lights go amber and the Saxpoo driver spins away with the front passenger still hanging out of the window. Lights go green and I launch too, front wheels being kept in check by the traction control system and again, the dash light flickering as I change in to second. By this time the chavs have pulled about 2 car lenghts on me as the boost from the turbo starts lurching us forward. In to 3rd gear and we pass them with relative ease as the Saxpoo's exhaust screams in agony. We hit the 70mph speed limit and I back off the throttle. The chavs tear past as we approach the next set of traffic lights. As we pull up, I wind the window down and, while smiling, I shout over "What does VTS stand for, Very Tiny Schlong?!" Just at that time the lights turn green and they wheels spin off shouting abuse and obscene language while I turn left leaving them to cry about getting dumped on by a diesel!
That's the funniest thing that's happened to me for a long time! Just as I thought the Leon was feeling slow, something like this happens and you realise just what a capable "weapon" a remaped TDI really is!
A couple of hours ago me and the missus were bored and decided to go out for a random late night drive. "Cruised" around a couple of local town centres and had a bit of a blat along some deserted country roads just to blow out the cobwebs.
Started to get a bit tired so we decided to go home. The route home took us along a national speed limit dual carriage way broken up by the odd set of traffic lights. While driving I noticed some headlights rapidly gaining in the rear view mirror. Thought nothing of it and just carried on while they caught up and drew and stayed level with us. I looked over and sure enough, it was the Saxpoo brigade with 3 lads and a girl looking back at me. Next thing I know, the driver dips the clutch and revs his lawn mower engine coupled to a dustbin exhaust indicating he wanted a race. Me and the missus both laughed as we approached some traffic lights.
Both of us stopped at the red light when I hear a beep and the passenger is hanging out of the window shouting something over. I wind mine down and the passenger (clutching on to a can of cheap lager) shouts "Wot dus FR stand for (pointing at the badge on thefront wing), F**kin Retard?!" And again the driver bounces the engine on the limiter. I just smiled back and gave a little diesel clatter after which all the occupants on the Saxpoo start laughing. I looked down to the passenger's door and notice a VTS badge. A bad thought just crossed my mind, have I just bitten off more than I can chew? Saxo's might well be remodelled biscuit tins but they are pretty rapid off the mark...
Anyway, lights go amber and the Saxpoo driver spins away with the front passenger still hanging out of the window. Lights go green and I launch too, front wheels being kept in check by the traction control system and again, the dash light flickering as I change in to second. By this time the chavs have pulled about 2 car lenghts on me as the boost from the turbo starts lurching us forward. In to 3rd gear and we pass them with relative ease as the Saxpoo's exhaust screams in agony. We hit the 70mph speed limit and I back off the throttle. The chavs tear past as we approach the next set of traffic lights. As we pull up, I wind the window down and, while smiling, I shout over "What does VTS stand for, Very Tiny Schlong?!" Just at that time the lights turn green and they wheels spin off shouting abuse and obscene language while I turn left leaving them to cry about getting dumped on by a diesel!
That's the funniest thing that's happened to me for a long time! Just as I thought the Leon was feeling slow, something like this happens and you realise just what a capable "weapon" a remaped TDI really is!
