Hit the bottom of the Peachester range the other day in sunny South East QLD, there was a standard looking 2.0 litre Ford Focus up ahead and I thought I would pass him by turn 3 or 4. But he saw me coming and started to push. By turn 6 I was skimming my toes accross the bitumen in each and every corner, only making ground between corners but there wasn't enough room to make a pass.
The Ford only crossed the centre line twice (totally), while I remained within the lane. At all times the car was straight, smooth and precisely driven. There was never a hint of either under or over steer.
When we crested the range and I passed the car, the driver and I simaltaineously smiled, pointed and gave each other the thumbs up, as if to say, "Fuck, you done good bloke!"
So there is a lot to be said for any car driven well. I can ride but I can't drive

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