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Byline: Cory Farley
I set up for the corner, easing inside and carrying my speed longer than I felt I should, which I know from experience is nowhere near as long as almost everybody else carries their speed. I thought I had her. Then she shut the door and beat me to the checker by five feet.
She had 11 items in her cart instead of 10, too. Cheaters are everywhere.
Before Saturday I wouldn't have admitted this. On that day, though, I realized the guy ahead of me at Safeway was pushing his cart on the racing line. In the tricky hairpin from the bread aisle around the coffee end-cap to the cereal, he went wide, trail-braked and accelerated out to the Grape Nuts.
"No way,'' I thought. But I followed him (I could have passed anytime...), and it was obvious he was lapping a virtual track.
I recognized it, I'm embarrassed to say, because I do the same thing. Howl down Detergent Straight, brake at the Clorox, turn in smoothly so as not to bruise the tomatoes. I've even mastered a perfect sub-audible (I hope) downshift, BEyoww, BEyoww, BEyoww.
A lot of us fantasize in our cars. Every off-ramp on every interstate in the ...
Source: HighBeam Research, Once a Racer, Always a Racer.(Column)