Enroute to a business appointment across town today, I was looking for a worthy challenger when I spotted obvious muscle a half block ahead. Closing rapidly, I broke into a grin when I read S 55 on the left side of the gleaming black trunk's rear face, AMG on the right. All switches to combat mode--he's going to be a handful.
He ducked right, for the exact freeway onramp I was headed to. This is going to be interesting. As he made the sharp 120 degree right turn to enter the acceleration lane I quickly checked left and verified no immediate traffic and no gendarmes in sight. I decided this was the time to let him know in no uncertain terms I was a player. Auto-sticking to first, I made an aggressive, opposite lock, entry onto the ramp. I saw his head jerk as he saw the Hemi, at a remarkable angle to the roadway, roasting the rear tires then straightening and launching at him.
As Murphy would have it, moderate traffic had one vehicle in the lane just ahead of the Merc, another in the second lane, leading our pack of 4. Well there goes any hope of a blow-by on freeway entry.
Hanging back six car lengths, I was his virtual shadow as the AMG deftly moved through traffic. Once he had open road ahead for 1/4 mile he nailed it. Anticipating his move I launched first and picked up a length on him, then drifted slowly back to my original spacing, before having to brake hard to maintain spacing as he had found no opening at the end of our acceleration corridor. After another mile of shadowing through traffic I split right around forward traffic as the Merc split left. My maneuver gave me the clearer lane, and I ended up in front, with the shadow ballet repeated once again, but now reversed.
1/8 tank, perfect! I may not (certainly should not) be able to beat this guy but he's gonna learn something about a 300C Hemi today.
It was now my turn to slip into an open lane and I immediately nailed it. He obviously did as well, though it appeared that initially I pulled him slightly. He had made that up, plus some, when traffic, once again, dictated a less robust pace. At that point he moved to the right lane and drifted back. I checked mirrors a few more times--no AMG anywhere in sight. Dang, he must have turned off. That was fun while it lasted. OK, A/C on, cruise mode.
All of a sudden, a full mile later, I was startled to see in my rear view mirror a black missile 10 lengths back, one lane to my right, and coming like the very hounds of Hell were chasing him. I muttered Oh Sh__!, nailed it, reached for the A/C button to kill it but traffic ahead and a very sharp, for a freeway, right hand sweeper dictated that the steering wheel was a more appropriate location for my right hand for the left jink, right turn maneuvering required, so I never got the A/C killed. While still in the right sweeper the S 55 sailed by on the right, with decent opening. sh__! His power was obvious, but what a cheap way to take a scalp!
He slowed, I dutifully cruised up on his right door and rendered the thumbs up, but my heart wasn't in it. As I thought more about it I decided that, in hindsight, a salute wasn't warranted. He had a car that should clearly clean my clock, though amazingly enough it hadn't seemed dominating in our two power pulls, and he shouldn't need to resort to a cheap ambush to take the k.
If I call this a loss, it will be my first in 11 months in this great car. I was fully aware that spec sheets would have me nowhere close. But given that the S 55 driver felt it necessary to sucker-punch me, I'm calling foul. Screw you, Jack!! Come back and fight like a real man! :AR15firin
He ducked right, for the exact freeway onramp I was headed to. This is going to be interesting. As he made the sharp 120 degree right turn to enter the acceleration lane I quickly checked left and verified no immediate traffic and no gendarmes in sight. I decided this was the time to let him know in no uncertain terms I was a player. Auto-sticking to first, I made an aggressive, opposite lock, entry onto the ramp. I saw his head jerk as he saw the Hemi, at a remarkable angle to the roadway, roasting the rear tires then straightening and launching at him.
As Murphy would have it, moderate traffic had one vehicle in the lane just ahead of the Merc, another in the second lane, leading our pack of 4. Well there goes any hope of a blow-by on freeway entry.
Hanging back six car lengths, I was his virtual shadow as the AMG deftly moved through traffic. Once he had open road ahead for 1/4 mile he nailed it. Anticipating his move I launched first and picked up a length on him, then drifted slowly back to my original spacing, before having to brake hard to maintain spacing as he had found no opening at the end of our acceleration corridor. After another mile of shadowing through traffic I split right around forward traffic as the Merc split left. My maneuver gave me the clearer lane, and I ended up in front, with the shadow ballet repeated once again, but now reversed.
1/8 tank, perfect! I may not (certainly should not) be able to beat this guy but he's gonna learn something about a 300C Hemi today.
It was now my turn to slip into an open lane and I immediately nailed it. He obviously did as well, though it appeared that initially I pulled him slightly. He had made that up, plus some, when traffic, once again, dictated a less robust pace. At that point he moved to the right lane and drifted back. I checked mirrors a few more times--no AMG anywhere in sight. Dang, he must have turned off. That was fun while it lasted. OK, A/C on, cruise mode.
All of a sudden, a full mile later, I was startled to see in my rear view mirror a black missile 10 lengths back, one lane to my right, and coming like the very hounds of Hell were chasing him. I muttered Oh Sh__!, nailed it, reached for the A/C button to kill it but traffic ahead and a very sharp, for a freeway, right hand sweeper dictated that the steering wheel was a more appropriate location for my right hand for the left jink, right turn maneuvering required, so I never got the A/C killed. While still in the right sweeper the S 55 sailed by on the right, with decent opening. sh__! His power was obvious, but what a cheap way to take a scalp!
He slowed, I dutifully cruised up on his right door and rendered the thumbs up, but my heart wasn't in it. As I thought more about it I decided that, in hindsight, a salute wasn't warranted. He had a car that should clearly clean my clock, though amazingly enough it hadn't seemed dominating in our two power pulls, and he shouldn't need to resort to a cheap ambush to take the k.
If I call this a loss, it will be my first in 11 months in this great car. I was fully aware that spec sheets would have me nowhere close. But given that the S 55 driver felt it necessary to sucker-punch me, I'm calling foul. Screw you, Jack!! Come back and fight like a real man! :AR15firin