I have to tell you guys this... Coming back home from Thanksgiving with the relatives, this s*****ad in a Cadillac Escalade cut me off three times in 80 mph traffic on the California side, with probably one foot to spare between his rear bumper and my front. To make a long story short...when we actually got into Las Vegas, he got behind me, flashed his lights and then pulled into the lane to my right...and accelerated. I actually saw his headlights raise because his brand-new, G-M piece of crap went into passing gear. I just knew what he was going to try. Well, I just mashed the pedal...transmission blipped out of lockup and, down another two gears...he was along side of me...AND, then, wonder of wonders...his North Star powered piece of crap started to fall behind. Even "I" couldn't believe it!!!
After I reached about 110mph, he just fell back. WAY back! I was pulling away from him all the time, from the time that he pulled along side of me.
My sunroof was open and I had the sounds cranked up...WITH the sub-woofer. Bohemian Rhapsody was playing when my little Volvo XC70 put this neuvau-riche puke in his place.
I think that from now on, in this group, I'll sign off as VIVA VOLVO!