As some of you know, I've been having problems with the Busa since the Bash. I got it back from the shop yesterday and she felt good again, but it was only a short trip. So this morning I get up early so I can take the long way into work and hit the twisties. And she's feeling fine.
Well, I wind up behind this car that can't seem to manage to make it all the way up to the speed limit. There were several nice places to pass which were double yellow, but this morning I decided to wait for the passing zone.
Well, the only passing zone on this road is a short straight between two corners. The other areas with the double yellow have much better visibility. Anyway, we come out of the first corner, I see all clear in the passing zone, and hit the throttle.
About the time I clearing the front of the car, deputy dog appears coming the other direction. Not much I could do but stay on it to complete the pass, then brake hard to try to get down to the speed limit. He was not amused. He was looking at me hard a gave a blast from the whoop-whoop siren. I thought for sure that meant he was turning around to pull me over.
But no. I watched him in the mirror until he disappeard because of the corner, and no brake lights, no flashing anything. This could have been very bad. I don't know how fast I was going when he first saw me, but you guys know how fast a Busa can accelerate from 50. whew.
Well, I wind up behind this car that can't seem to manage to make it all the way up to the speed limit. There were several nice places to pass which were double yellow, but this morning I decided to wait for the passing zone.
Well, the only passing zone on this road is a short straight between two corners. The other areas with the double yellow have much better visibility. Anyway, we come out of the first corner, I see all clear in the passing zone, and hit the throttle.
About the time I clearing the front of the car, deputy dog appears coming the other direction. Not much I could do but stay on it to complete the pass, then brake hard to try to get down to the speed limit. He was not amused. He was looking at me hard a gave a blast from the whoop-whoop siren. I thought for sure that meant he was turning around to pull me over.
But no. I watched him in the mirror until he disappeard because of the corner, and no brake lights, no flashing anything. This could have been very bad. I don't know how fast I was going when he first saw me, but you guys know how fast a Busa can accelerate from 50. whew.