Anyway, I'd just put my refurbed alloys back on complete with new rubber and new TPMS and noticed that the disks were a bit rusty, so obviously the best thing to clean the rust of is a decent blast. Any excuse is valid, in my book.
Anyhoo, I'm off out in the country lanes and all is well and good. Then what do I see when I came to a give way with the 'main' road but a black Panamera that flashes by reasonably quickly.
"Oh my God", I think, "at last some decent RS6 bait." So without much in the way of rational thought, my foot goes flat to the floor on the loud pedal and off we go, traction control warning flashing at me frantically. In no time I've caught him up and then when he spots me I see the 2 little tell-tale puffs of smoke from the exhausts and he's off. Problem is, I don't think it has the effect he was hoping for because next time he looked back, I'm even closer than before.
We get up to silly speeds on B roads and I'm delighted at how easily I can close the distance on him.
He slows down, peels off right, then there's the puffs of smoke again and we're off for round 2. I'm on him like a bad case of herpes. Eventually we come to a 50 zone and we do the sensible thing. Then, surprisingly, he pulls off and parks, facing the wrong way. I figure this is his way of letting me pull up so that we can compare notes, so I duly oblige.
I see one green looking passenger, and one slightly baffled looking porka driver. He doesn't roll down his window (mine was down) so I just waved and he waved back. Then back home and 10 mins idling in the garage for the temp to come down from 120°C.
Shame my car was so filthy, although thinking about it, that was probably the salt in his wound. Pwned by a dirty old estate.

*Chuckle*
I love this car.
Unfortunately I was drinking a can of coke and it was in the dash drink holder. The can stayed in, but most of its contents are now all over my center console. Ho well. Price worth paying.
By the way, what's the difference between an S and a 4S?