Saturday afternoon, 75 degrees, golden sunset, deer in the woods, birds chirping, mile 59/61, 1.5 mile winding uphill then coast right into my driveway; sounds like the end to a perfect ride... Until a yahoo (in my favorite reasonable sports car) in a 2009 Porsche 911 Turbo decides he is Walter Rohrl and nearly runs me off the road to join the deer! The rage, the betrayl... It was like meeting your childhood superhero or santa, only to realise he is a chain-smoking, Bud Light chugging, human paper weight, who will probably wind up on America's Most Wanted in the next 10 years. Anyway, I digress. I'm sure we have all been brushed by an automobile at one time or another, but what blows my mind is how putrid the exhaust was and how pathetic the exhaust note was. It smelled worse than an F150 diesel towing a horse trailor (that was a couple of miles earlier), and it sounded like an asthmatic struggling with a kazoo. Now that I write this, I can't help but to wonder, am I more upset that the last mile out of 2 smelled like freely burning diesel and ruining the serenity of the road, or the fact that my once favorite supercar, that costs in excess of $100,000 was put togeher worse than Tara Reid's breasts... It's 2010, even when 'floored' a car's emissions should not resemble Satan's halitosis. Can't wait to be run off the road by a Tesla!