There I was sitting at about 75/80mph as i approach Mr Golf TDi who is doing about 65mph, overtkaing two cars who are doing about 64mph! So after taking a mile to pass these two cars due to his lack of knowledge on how to use the accelerator pedal, the road co incidentaly becomes 3 lanes
(motorway). But Golfman sticks to the outside lane, so I give him time to realise i'm there, and would like to pass, but hes already looked behind and seen me in the mirror, so hes just thinking
'hell, lets just hold him up some more'. At this point i'll make it clear i wasn't 'tailgating' . So, I eventually give him a brief flash of the lights, but, oh no mr Golfman isn't having any of it.
So another flash, and I edge closer, and finally I get movement into the middle lane.
But oh no thats not good enough! Mr Golfman decides to
'give it some' and by the amount of soot that came out of the exhaust pipe, I realised he was not wanting me to pass 
So I pull in behind him, not really wanting to race his torquey tool, but then he slows down, so I indicate and pass, or well I try to, but I think Golfman had dropped it down a cog, attempting to stop me passing him again.
So i've had it by now, and decide to unleash my mighty 242lb/ft
, as I cruise past his heavy oil machinery, blackened by the dust of his german tank. He flashed me angrily for my legitimate overtaking manuvere, and I wave back thanking him for his manners....I realise that he may have the same plush torque figure, but he only has 5k redline, and a lard ar$e car thats as unaerodynamic as the London Eye.
So there you are, its a mini-MR2 adventure.
Full Stop. 
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