chucky234:
Make dem sha nor shift enter grave, who compete for speed in this end time, especially on crowded Lagos roads.

Depresses clutch
moves gear lever to N
floors the gas pedal
Tachometer reaches 6000rpm
Depresses clutch
Switch gear lever to 3
And car... You know the rest

nurey:


Depresses clutch
moves gear lever to N
floors the gas pedal
Tachometer reaches 6000rpm
Depresses clutch
Switch gear lever to 3
And car... You know the rest

Keep depressing clutch and gear levers, you are on your own ooo.

I'm jejely on my own and another motorist wants to mix my reggae with his blues. Either he sekems past me or he can't keep up with my azonto. Worst, we manage ourselves like that until something forces either to give. Beht 1km I wee neither add nor subtract from my speed.

nurey:
So you were cruising at a steady speed on a free and stretched highway and another driver comes to your side and both of you driving at the same pace, what would you do?

I normally increase my speed but at 120km/h, I stop speeding and let the other car go.

Seems like it's the best decision to avoid some kind of... ehm... misunderstanding.

GAZZUZZ:
Since I was the one cruising at a steady speed and the driver was able to meet up with me, he will eventually pass and ill still be at my steady cruising speed.

Exactly! If the other car is not driving dangerously, or holding a gun pointed at your car, why does it matter to you? 120 km/h (75m/h) is not alarmingly high speed. I think you would be best served focusing on your own driving and vehicle control. Save the impulse to drag race for a place and time where you can only be a danger to yourselves, not innocents.

En route Ilorin yesterday, on the Ibadan-Oyo expressway, I was 'jejely' doing my regular when this small righty Nissan Micra filled my mirror. Say wetin? I just allowed him. I was a little above 140.

Considering that I intended to do a round trip and the journey was getting boring since I left the Lagos-Ibadan expressway, this was the raise I sought. I allowed him disappear the slope, it's orange uk plate dulling against the gathering ray.

My humble 2.0 understood the challenge and took the torch to the transmission. Eating up the hill at 140 with rpm threatening 4000, as the topography eased into a windy slope, the transmission eased to its last and surged the hideous car into the ferrying wind.

As a rule for the health of my loyal old dog, I don't like pushing her beyond 170.

Oh! The Micra? It must have been in reverse mode.

My return trip was more fun but I'm too lazy to type.

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