Since I have gotten my Z, I have had my share of people revving their engines at me as some sort of challenge. Also had cars keep pace with me, maybe just looking or maybe trying to egg me on to punch it. While up in Georgia, there were about a half dozen kids in some beatup breadbox that was riding my rear bumper and then getting nose to nose with me and apparently trying to get me to race them. Like they had a dream or winning. When the driver hung outside his window a bit and swerved too close to me for comfort and the wife was about to roll down the window and sock him on the jaw, I decided that leaving him the dust was the best solution to that particular problem.
But generally speaking, I am not into competitive racing on Florida highways or roads. I would NOT be happy to have my vehicle confiscated even one little bit. So I basically just look over at them with a look on my face that says, "Are you KIDDING ME?" and laugh.
So what do you all do when these sorts of things happen to you? I guess the urge can be pretty powerful sometimes to show some punk kid with a car that cost less then your tires and wheels cost what a REAL car can do, but how often do you give in to that urge?
But generally speaking, I am not into competitive racing on Florida highways or roads. I would NOT be happy to have my vehicle confiscated even one little bit. So I basically just look over at them with a look on my face that says, "Are you KIDDING ME?" and laugh.
So what do you all do when these sorts of things happen to you? I guess the urge can be pretty powerful sometimes to show some punk kid with a car that cost less then your tires and wheels cost what a REAL car can do, but how often do you give in to that urge?