I was driving along in my BMW 525i wagon the other day on the way to work on a local highway. I was, as always, looking as far as possible up the road, and effortlessly moving through traffic like shark through schools of fish, averaging 70-ish.
A kid - obviously driving about 25' in front of his car - eventually manages to work his way up to me, where I manage to stymie his progress the same exact way I use lapped traffic on competitors on the track. He's darting back and forth, but isn't reading traffic more than a couple seconds ahead, maximum, so he keeps arriving at closing doors.
I pull into the added merge lane for my exit and speed up.
He takes the bait and follows.
I set up my entrance and have a clear shot from the turn in to apex. It's decreasing radius, but well within what I can scrub off w/ the front tires and a little throttle to get it to rotate.
I enter the corner almost uncomfortably hot. I only ever press myself this hard on track if I'm trying to maintain lead in the last couple laps of a race that matters.
He's not paying attention to his speed or position - only that he's finally behind someone who's not holding him up. And this boring black station wagon isn't giving any indication that it's being driven hard.
I brush the brakes to hit a makeable entry speed, turn in and pin the throttle. I hit my apex and open the wheel to track out. Tires are protesting and it feels a little loose, but I've got plenty of cushion, though there's not much runoff here...
I'm scanning my mirrors looking for a dust cloud...
Finally he appears all the way out on the shoulder - he kept it out of the Armco, but just barely.
I love being a racer in a boring old station wagon.