The mighty echo enters the Deerfoot 500.
Funny thing happened a few months ago ...
Background for those who don't live in Calgary.
Deefoot trail 100KPH 6 lanes right through Calgary.
Most of the intersections are those piss poor designed diamond intersections. (meaning if you are turning onto deerfoot from one of these roads you must stop at a light - Muphy's law they are never green - and then accelerate down a ramp then merge)
My supercharged 89 corolla is fast, My wife's 2000 4 speed auto. Echo is not.
In Calgary if you come up to a car stopped in the left lane at one of those intersections on deerfoot it is your duty to go to the right lane and beat that car down the ramp, cut it off and merge in front. If you are the left car is is your DUTY ( HAH ) to not allow the other car to execute the move.
(At least it seems this is the way people drive here.)
My wife was driving I was passenger this fine day. We were in the left lane ... stopped ....turning from memorial W to deerfoot S.
A riced up older model dodge dynasty pulls up beside us in the right lane. This car is ugly it was white with deep canadian tire tint in all the windows and had stickers on it (ya as if vinyl = power), and had what sounded like a home made catback. The driver showing his intelligence was driving wearing a fleece jacket with his hood up cutting off any peripheral vision his puny head may have had. What happened next is ugly, young children shouldn't listen heh.
My wife turns to me, knowing our car is slow, and says "Should I give him a run for his money?"
I say "Hell ya go for it."
The light turns green my wife floors it the dodge gets a jump on us but low and behold from about 30 km/h on we start reeling him in (quite quickly BTW) from his back bumper to right side by side at 80 KM/H to us being a car length ahead by 100 KPH.
I was shocked! We had actually beaten the thing. The end of the ramp was looming close my wife being the intelligent level headed person she is backs off and holds 100 km/h. Me, I would have kept going and made him pull in behind.
This day I'm glad she was driving. I would have missed the grand finale.
He cuts us off, no surprise. Suddenly we are driving in a fog and our windscreen is getting wet with ... well ... antifreeze.
I laugh "Hey look you made him blow his engine!"
The fog slowly clears and the White Dodge shadow with tinted windows white plastic hubcaps and a razo stickers in the back window speeds away with wisps of white still coming out in spurts from underneath.
He had no idea his head gasket had let go.
About 3k down the road, we pass him again as he is pulled over on the side of the road just before the Calf Robe bridge and he gives 'us' the finger like it is our fault he raced us and blew his engine.
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