Had loads of races over the years, worst was racing an Orion turbo in me S2 down a country lane, over took him at just over the ton and then proceeded to hit a huge hump in the road. Barell rolled and end-over-ended, finished up in a garden about 300 yards down the road. One of my faves though was when I picked up my FRSt from Paul Ripley. The missus had driven me to pick it up so we dropped her car at home and she jumped in the passenger seat. It was only supposed to be a gentle trip round the block but we come up behind a young lad and his gf in his Lotus Elise. He clocked me behind him and booted it off a couple of times to see if i would take the bait. I just carried on normally behind him though. Any ways, we came up to a roundabout after which was a long straight road, I said to the gf "hes gonna put his foot down here you watch". Sure enough as we came off the roundabout he booted it big time so I did the same up through the gears. I wasnt at all used to the car as I had only just picked it up so when i hit third gear i was surprised as he was when I found myself alongside him. Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound so carried on ripping past him. Both driver and passenger jaws dropped as I totally caned them. What really cracked me up was when I got home I realised the 2-stage boost switch was on low!