Driving home one night back in the late 80s in my ‘71 Spitfire, a jerk in a late 70s Firebird blocked me from changing to the right lane to make a turn to head home. He continued to block me up the road, but I got the jump on him at the next light and took the next turn ... a very sharp s-curve. Fortunately, I had recently installed a performance sway bar on the front of my Spit and was able to take those corners at a pretty high rate of speed and watched in my rear-view as the Bird spun around. Must’ve pissed him off as he began to chase me down. Obviously outmatched by horsepower, I chose the curviest roads back toward my destination and drove them just as fast as I could. Once I got through them, I noticed that the Bird was no longer around. Pretty intense, but dang fun.
This was always my MO, and is to this day. Handling over horsepower. That was fun to read. :)
Handling and skill bests false bravado. Good on ya. :-)