Just joined the venerable ranks of you Foccers on Thursday (Gen 1 thou) so I braved the cold yesterday for a 30 minute local blast just to savour the sheer brutishness of my new girl.
I pull up to a roundabout from which I want to do a left onto the Amersham bypass because you can really throttle it there and it's a gloriously long right hand sweeper. At the roundabout, I give way to an Audi TT who is going the same way so I think, Oh goody - a TT to humiliate ( my favourite victim) and as soon as he enters the carriage way I follow and prepare to overtake him - on his right natch. Just as I gun it, the cunt decides to slam his brakes on and do a U-turn - he'd obviously taken a wrong turn.
I wack me anchors on and make a reasonable fist of it except for a bit of rear end snaking (why do I always overdo the back brake in emergency) and that is that, I miss his rear end by inches.
The point is, I think, that had I gone for it about 0.2 of a second sooner, I would have ended up under the Audi. The margins on these beautiful toys of ours are so fine.
Remember chaps - luck always runs out in the end.
