on the way to Lincoln to pick up the missus, up the A1 ( i think ) when a set of headlights suddenly thunder into my rvm! stickin on my arse at 85mph so i drop down to fourth, and pull aside, let him go past and noticedit was a saloon alfa, then turned back into his lane and floored it! straight up tucked in behind him, to see it was one of them 2.5 v6 jobbies, thought what the heck! gettin right up to !10 im havin to back off, into 5th and were level, im ont really gainin hes defo not leavin, it turned into agood gentlemens race, two lanes, altho if we could see a car comin up in the distance, (and we had loads of notice as the road only bent slightly so pretty much straight and visabilty was clear) either my self or himself would give one another way so we could continue, over !30 i was gradually pullin right up to him and havin to let off the gas, and when we were side by side again i slowly pulled past at !30 and continued to pull away until !40 where i kept my lead! the race only seemed to last a very short while, but after a couple of flashes and slowin to 70, a nod of acknowledgement and a thumbs up from him ended the evenings entertainment. Impressed with myself and buzzin with adrenaline i proceeded to make my way to my girlfriends only to look around and think "where the hell am i?!?!" id only missed my turnoff SEVEN miles ago! DOH! oh well! all in all a good night.