So there I was, cruisin the Highway from Newcastle to home (Gold Coast) only to catch up to a silver dunnydoore VYSS, which I wasted no time in trading places (as I do!). At this stage I'm pretty well kicked back with a bit of slow traffic up front, but alas theres my favourite sign, "Overtaking lane ahead 300m". Time to sit up a bit in the seat and prepare to blast off as the road forks, but hang on, it looks like Mr SS is trying to insert his right driving light into my exhaust pipe, which left me with only one option, right foot planted, kicked back to 2nd gear and hold my nose closer to the windscreen (to make it go faster of course). The clear lane in front was heading up a very steep hill and the freak behind me (with stupid smug grin on his face) was stickin like sh## to a blanket, then both lanes were clear so I elected to switch into the left lane and see what this Bozo had! (besides this was the stage when my wife started to hit me) ,but still, foot planted and gathering speed the SS stayed out there to pass me, but to his dismay was slowly losing ground (no chance in the world). I felt great about all this, because what I have'nt told you was that he was travelling alone where I had four adults and a boot packed to the hilt with luggage & suitcases, I'm stoked! B.B.