Reminded by djsyndrome's recent post….
So I was driving down from Davis last Sunday morning along I-680. It started shortly after passing the Dublin Interchange (the I-580/I-680 one).
I was doing 75 on the fast lane (with no cars behind me), when this one white car kicked right in front of me, forcing me to slam on the brake.
I honked. Some spiky-haired dude in the back seat of the car looked back at me. He was Asian. He gave me a smirking finger. Then the license plate number came into my attention: AZN PRYD1. On an Integra. With a body kit, complete with stickers on the bumper.
Step one. Check the speed of the cars around and ahead of you. If it's 75+ on the average, it means no cops around.
Moved all the way to the rightmost lane, which was empty. Sped up to 85. Switched to the second lane from the left, about 2 cars' distance from the Integra, which had another car in front of it.
Saw the Integra moving out of the fast lane. Heh, let it begin.
It zoomed in right behind me, then moved to the right lane. “Yeah, I know what you're trying to do.” XD It sped up, and started cutting in front me. “Fool, don't you see the fast lane's empty?” By the time it's in the second lane, I'm halfway onto the fast lane. They must've noticed it too, because the Integra didn't stop there and shifted to the fast lane in such a violent maneuver that it almost stepped into the shoulder. By the time it counter-maneuvered properly onto the fast lane, I'm back on the second lane, and passing the Integra on its right side. :D
“Hehe, you wanna race me, right? But you'll have to get out of that fast lane first, 'cause there's another car in front of you…. XD Oh, here it comes, see you later!”
We're entering a batch of traffic. It happens to be the point where the hilly winding segment starts between Pleasanton and CA-84. I shift all the way to the rightmost lane, which is empty, then I see the Integra's still staying in the 1st lane—“Hm, you don't know the 680 traffic well, do you?” Cars are doing 80+ on the fast lane. Good, we're still safe. I speed up to 90, pass 3-4 cars, move onto the 2nd lane, then notice the Integra is finally moving out to the right. “You wanna follow the suit? Too late, there are trucks in your lane now. XD” The Integra gets stuck behind a truck on the 3rd lane and a van on the 2nd lane. By the time it struggles out of the way, I am way ahead so I don't even see it at times ('cause we're on a winding section).
I pass the CA-84 exit and run down the hill onto the flat section right before the Mission Pass (by which time I'm down to 80, in pace with other cars). Then I notice in the rearview mirror: That Integra is zooming in at a distance of half a mile or so, but at a tremendous speed—you see, if I can tell if it's zooming in even when it's that far, it says something right there! “Looks like someone's angry…. XD”
By the time it's behind me, I'm on the 2nd lane. It approches right behind me, and moves onto the fast lane without slowing down. “There, you prove once again that you don't know I-680.” I move onto the rightmost lane, which just opened before the Mission Pass uphill segment. It's for slow trucks, but there are usually almost no trucks on it on a Sunday morning. I speed up to 95. By the time I'm near the top of Mission Pass, the Integra's again quite behind me.
Perfect! Now my part is over. I slow down to 75, move onto the 2nd lane, and watch the angry Integra take the same rightmost lane, run up the hill at what I think is at least 100-110, move onto the 3rd lane, and pass me on the right. “Whatever, I'm not gonna race you, the road's too winding from here on to do anything over 80-85. Oh and there's one more reason…. *giggles*”
The Integra disappears out of my sight. I just run down the hill in pace with other cars around me. About the time I see the sign for Washington Blvd exit in a distance, I see flashing red and green lights on the right shoulder of the freeway, by which time I'm already doing 70 at most, along with all other cars around. I move onto the rightmost lane, and approach those flashing lights. I see a white car in front of the police car. I slow down to 55 so I can read its license plate.
Justice was being served to AZN PRYD1.
“Fool, you should've taken notice when all cars around you suddenly slowed down past the summit. We weren't chickening out just because of the winding road. We were chickening out because of the Fremont police jurisdiction—which we, and you, entered at the summit. XD XD XD”
I exit at Mission Blvd (CA-242) to switch onto I-880. Mission Blvd, eh? Mission successful. =p
1 The real license plate number was actually not AZN PRYD, but something “along the line of it”.