
Originally Posted by
OEMpl.us
Kfab, I hope you're still hanging around on here. You are a great customer and a terrific guy! Order the V10 yet?
Still here - and having one Hell of a good time in my ride. Just under 24K miles on it and I've not had it quite a year. I DRIVE MY R8!!!! (it doesn't just sit in the garage where I don't let people near it - "Stop breathing it's air!" - just don't get that mentality)
Since Spring has sprung here in the dreary Mid-West, the number of people out on the road making "sightings" of me has gone waaaaayyyyy up. The drive by cell phone attacking has become impressive. And, as always, I roll down the window, slow down to get beside the cell phone stalkeratzi, whip out my phone and take a pic of them (well, I point the phone at them and act like it...)
The reaction is usually quite comical - sort of "What the heck?" - sometimes they they laugh, sometimes the act like the little kid that just got busted doing something they weren't supposed to. I get a kick out of it.
I've had issues with very few people.
Mustang Morons at a stop lights - why does every one of these idiots think I want to race them??? Sorry, but if you're driving a Discustang, please just go on about your rat killing and leave me alone. I'm not interested in racing you. (unless I'm in my RS6 and you have no clue what just dusted your sorry ass...)
The most recent (Saturday night) was quite comical - Had some kid (doubt he was 25) with, what I'm assuming was his girl friend riding shotgun and a couple in the back pull up along side me in one of those Pontiac G6's on the highway. He goes into downshift mode, starts gunning the engine, making himself look a tad bit silly.
I signaled, got over to get off at an exit ramp and G6 Boy makes a three lane dive and proceeds to get within about 15 feet of my tail (at about 75 mph). I tapped the brakes (just enough to activate the brake lights saying "Back off") and he just stayed on my tail. Okay, brake check time - he really needed to go away - traffic was thick. I noticed the front end of his car bob down - he over braked instead of just throttling down. Followed me down the ramp, getting in the lane beside me, still revving the engine trying to get me to react, I guess.
By the third light I was tired of this idiot holding up traffic so he could stay beside me, trying to get me to race him (like I would? - and like I would in downtown Saturday night traffic? - I don't need any more little yellow pieces of paper handed to me by the nice man with the lights on top of his car, thank you.).
My windows were down and I finally looked over and said "You must have owned a Mustang before you got that thing." He got all twisted and called me an asshole. I smiled, waved and said "Thank you!". Pissed him off even more.
Probably the best comment that's been heard (by my fiance) was when we were driving back from out west. Stopped to get fuel, I hopped out of the car and headed off to drain my tank and a couple of guys said something about "He doesn't own that car, I guarantee it. He works for the guy that owns it." - I can see how they'd think that. I wear worn out blue jean shorts, a T-shirt (usually w/some sort of off road racing logo on it) and flip flops. Not what you'd expect to see getting out of an R8. (I don't own a suit, tie or belt)
I have fun in my car - that's why I got it. I can't see being a dick to people when they see the car - Hell, the thing's gorgeous! It stands out and it's hard not to notice.
I'm looking forward to the day that I see another R8 on the road (I've been from the East Coast to Vegas in it, all over Phoenix, Scottsdale and Ohio and I've never seen another R8 other than on a showroom floor) so I can pull up along side them, whip out my phone and take a picture.
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