I drive an BMW M5. I love it. The only problem with driving an M5 is that everyone who pulls up next to you wants to race, maybe just to see how fast I can pull away.
The other night I was cruising down a local boulevard, windows down, enjoying the weather. A guy pulls up next to me and starts gassing it, trying to instigate. Exactly at that moment my V1 goes off. I look over at him and wave him off, shaking my head “no” and pointing to the detector. I’m not sure what he thought I was saying but he high-tailed. Big mistake. About a tenth of a mile up the road Barney Fife pulled in behind him. My V1 could have saved him if only he’d given it a chance.
Ed Cogan
Cicero, NY
