I heard this from one of the drivers the other day. Allegedly, there is this entire subculture of limousine drivers who get together at strange hours of the night to race their limousines. This particular driver was explaining the proper etiquette to me as I listened in bewildered fascination.
“You can’t just join. You need to know someone in the circuit. And no-one talks about it”, he said.
“The drivers race for prestige alone. The champion gets to go around saying he is the city’s best limo driver.”
I pressed him further. “What sort of streets make ideal courses for this dangerous, high stakes, slow- paced and awkward type of race? Most limousines need like four lanes to turn”.
“Well”, he said, “some are better than others. They need to be that rare combination of totally flat and straight”.
This knowledge has totally changed how I feel about limousines. I now see them as an outlaw version of a Dodge Charger mixed with a spaceship.