Took the F40 out for our fairly regular Saturday morning cross country excursion yesterday. Weather was so so and it actually started to drizzle at one point. We did the usual B-road and hill blasts before heading back to the highway for a leisurely roll back home. Up to this point the drive had been completely uneventful. On the highway, and about 5 miles from my exit this souped up BMW M3 goes flying by and the ass behind the wheel flips me the bird. 999 out of a thousand times I would completely ignore this, I also happen to know that their are no speed cameras etc on this part of the road. 6th became 4th, a brief pause as the boost gauge went from 0 to 1.5, back into 5th, and that was that. I guess he had a "Who's your Daddy" moment. He was a dot in the rear view mirror by the time I hit the exit ramp. And yes, I did feel a bit juvenile about it.