It was a normal Friday going north on the Taconic Parkway just north of New York City, a beautiful “driver’s road.” By “normal” I mean those familiar sweeping curves connected by short straights, rich with left-lane bandits and a good helping of NY State troopers.
I came up on a Porsche Panamera in the left lane doing inconsistent speeds, 65 or 50, then 55, and unwilling to move to the now-empty right lane. I signaled and eased into the right lane to pass, but the driver developed the all-too-familiar “speed racer” syndrome and decided to kick it up a notch. I was still able to get around and move in front of him.
Oddly enough, he then decided to paste himself to my rear bumper. Not looking for a competition, and hoping to continue at a speed similar to my prior 50 miles, I moved back to the right lane after passing the car he was previously using as a designated blocker. To my delight, I didn’t travel more than a half mile before my trusty V1 let me know a game-changer awaited just ahead. I downshifted and the Porsche zoomed forward with a lusty display of German horsepower. Shortly, hidden in the trees on the left, was a marked New York State Dodge Charger ready to light his burner in Porsche pursuit.
A tasty course of Karma was soon served as said Porsche saw the red-and-blues in his mirror. Long live V1!
Tom Underkoffler
Katonah, New York
