Hardly a race, but the funniest 'confrontation' i've had in the valver for a while.

Was heading down the (private) motorway overtaking cars in the first lane doing a steady 75-80 ish when I see this neon glow to my right. Not from the underneath but in the car with two lads looking my car up and down....

I also have my mate in the car so I feel this is fair. Anyway I let this car,a 106, go slightly passed me in the fast lane and they begin to smirk and give me the ever usual look of "oh its a girl in her boyfriends car" and he gets into a chav racing position in the seat- at this point I notice the 1.4 badge on the boot

So I let this chav and his mate smirk a bit longer, change my CD have a chat to my mate, realise his car is actually really struggling as we hit about 85ish and he STILL thinks we are racing...

I at this point, decide to give him what he's craved for the last few miles. I look at him, look forward, shrug, wave goodbye and then wipe the smug grin completely off his face.

He never did catch up to me...twat