Chubbster wins but not even as good as that
Jet-black Saxo of unknown spec (1.1?

) with some kind of either induction kit or bean-can exhaust. Engine sounded loud, but in the same way mine did when i pulled the silencer horn off

He was giving it large with the revving and tailgating as we both came out of a single-lane car park exit onto a busy dual carriageway which took ages for a gap to appear in. I saw a parked car in the left lane coming up about 200 yards, so didn't accelerate past 25 (40 limit) and stuck my indicator on. Wait a while like that, and a gap big enough for the two of us appears just before i'm ready to hit the brake, and i take it with moderate accleration (the car that went past was doing maybe 35, and i was aiming for a right-filter lane at the next junction - maybe 30 yards.... i wasnt in fuel-saving mode neither).
Wideboy spots it a split second earlier, darts out and tries to take it with full throttle. Nearly rear-ends me with a -fwob- noise, and the look on his poor little face is one of confused anger. Think he reckoned on being able to zap past me with his awesome acceleration like a WRX or something.... without hitting the guy in front of me either.
This played out as both highly amusing and highly annoying in the rear mirror. It seemed like the only fitting response, the sign language equivalent of slowly shaking a bowed head and saying "you dickhead" quietly

. Cant say his roaring beast passed me very quick as i reached the filter lane a couple seconds later and braked..