Race, good 'ol speed racer
Until you get to the exotics (e.g. Ferrari, Lamborghini, Bently, Aston Martin, Porsche), it seems that the power of many Euro sports cars are balanced by the driver. Yesterday, on my way in the S4 to pick up my parents (from their 40th anniversary trip to Europe), I was on I-90 a few miles before O'Hare 
and whadaya know a Z8 and 2006 Merc. SL500 come up on my rear having slowly made it through the wall of idiots who were taking up all three lanes doing about the same speed. At the time I was going around 85-90, just cruising behind a Camry (that looked like it was going to fall apart every time the driver thought that an instant lane shift was great for he and his car), simply waiting for him to get out of the way. The Merc pulled around to the right lane and zoomed ahead and I figured that would be the last that I would see of him. We finally came to a point where the Camry wouldn't push it any more and a Tahoe was speeding up and slowing down in the middle. The Z8 got lost somewhere in the back while I was trying to finagle my way around the Camry (all in a safe and controlled manner, mind you). Finally, an empty space opens up way on the right and I hit the brakes, look for traffic and take the right lane to freedom. The Merc was in the middle ahead and the Z8 came out of nowhere up on my rear again. None of us seemed to be impatient - what I hate most about cruising at the 90-100 mark is when you notice that the driver seems to think that he's Schumacher on a badly bruised Tollway like I-90 - it makes for unsafe and "unfun" driving. So, I gently cruised ahead of the Merc, knowing that my exit was ahead a mile or so, letting the Z8 cruise ahead if he wished. The irony is that by this time we were all doing 100 and while no one was struggling to keep up, each time one driver passed the other, it wasn't like being blown out of the water. There is no knowing whether or not the other drivers where taking it easy or not - it seemed not in the sense that I wasn't being passed up as if I was going still.
Anyway, it was a thrill. It was nice to see the S4 hold up against two premium demanding Euro-trash cars (I'm including mine in the mix - albeit on the cheap side).
Oh, by the way, if the woman driving the Mitsu Montero around the I-90/I-290 exchange thinks it is safe to tailgate me at 85 (when it is obvious that I can't go any faster because of the Camry in front of me and all the traffic on the right), then you are an absolute idiot. I'd love to see you hit the brakes when you're only 10 ft behind me. Idiot.
