Hey Guys,
Just driving home from the train station (it's about a 30 minute drive to Moggill) this afternoon and as I came off the Centenary motorway at Kemore something truly rare happened.
Porsche Cayenne Turbo S (w/ some ungodly exhaust) in front of me and an Audi R8 behind me. Let's just say the locals were treated to a symphony of German power. The guy (lady acutally) in the Cayenne would gun it and I'd keep up fairly easily in the GTI (especially through the twisty bits), the guy in the R8 was doing the typical supercar owner thing and just hanging back observing the uh... well a more conservative approach to suburban roads.
Then I heard an almighty roar and much to my surprise (and probably the very very loud cayenne driver's surprise also) there was a very low, very wide Audi becoming much ... much larger in everyone's mirrors. This hooliganism repeated several times until we hit Brookfield when they both turned off the main road, but in true rev head fasion I recieved a polite wave of rev head comradery from the Audi driver as he effortlessly slid past (which of course I returned along with a stupid grin).
Anyway, was such a great trip I just felt I had to tell you all
- Happy driving
Dave
Just driving home from the train station (it's about a 30 minute drive to Moggill) this afternoon and as I came off the Centenary motorway at Kemore something truly rare happened.
Porsche Cayenne Turbo S (w/ some ungodly exhaust) in front of me and an Audi R8 behind me. Let's just say the locals were treated to a symphony of German power. The guy (lady acutally) in the Cayenne would gun it and I'd keep up fairly easily in the GTI (especially through the twisty bits), the guy in the R8 was doing the typical supercar owner thing and just hanging back observing the uh... well a more conservative approach to suburban roads.
Then I heard an almighty roar and much to my surprise (and probably the very very loud cayenne driver's surprise also) there was a very low, very wide Audi becoming much ... much larger in everyone's mirrors. This hooliganism repeated several times until we hit Brookfield when they both turned off the main road, but in true rev head fasion I recieved a polite wave of rev head comradery from the Audi driver as he effortlessly slid past (which of course I returned along with a stupid grin).
Anyway, was such a great trip I just felt I had to tell you all

Dave
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