#1
I joined your average hoonage session at the Top Gear Test Track. Just messing around, you know. Everyone had their flagship cars our: X1s, Veyrons, a proud Mopar fan or two.
So I could totally be boring and take out my fastest car and just run from one wall to the other. But instead I got out my Fiat 500 from hell: one that was maxed out.
So, among all those Veyrons, was a little Fiat running about. They'd follow me around, send me flying across the track, or watch the little thing do donuts.
I got the host laughing over the mic.
#2
I joined yet another stereotypical room: open track at Daytona Speedway, no restrictions. We've all seen these. So, again, everybody would just take out their Veyrons and X1s and duke it out at 2,000 mph.
Instead, I got in the Trans Cammer, turned off all aids, and went to the open tarmac space on the back straight. I began to do donuts and burnouts like there was no tomorrow. Soon enough, others joined in. At it's prime, there might have been about eight people doing this.
You can probably tell that I like doing slightly less-orthodox thing online.