Been feeling under the weather lately and reading this lifted my spirits a little. :)
At the starting line, the six yellow Christmas tree lights flash for an instant and you release the hand-operated brake a smidgen before the light hits green. Suddenly, in the next nanosecond, the supercharged V8 blasts out the most horrifying, eardrum-shattering roar to come from a non-nuclear, man-made device, triggering an eye-rolling 5.5G catapult into the distance. In three-quarters of a second you've hit 100mph and then, count them, "1, 2, 3"seconds later you've warped to 330mph, and are still pulling 1.5 G's, about the G-force the shuttle astronauts experience at launch. That's 10,000 HorsePower.
SamuraiChef
-- Edited by MarcLacroix on Tuesday 28th of June 2016 10:36:49 PM
I have a car not alcohol related happy memory. When newly married I got a muscle car. An LJ Holden Torana, '73. Worked cam, beefed up carby, extractors, and an exhaust system designed for performance and noise. Changing down thru the gears (had to rev it a bit in neutral to maketh the noise) going down a steep incline the car sounded like every car put together- so loud- magic! A friend and his girl in the back who were quiet, still, never swore- weren't at all quiet or still and swore a lot at the scare they got. Love those memories..I miss that car and the happy non booze times I had in it.
The car, LTR was a noise making machine. At the time I kind of defined my identity by the car I drove- loud or eccentric- a VW Bug for example with tires so wide I could not go around corners because the tires caught on the guards, a manly 4x4 van, airhorns, very loud stereo etc. It showed my individuality. My rebellious I will not take that crap attitude. Sound familiar, fellow alco? It was fun though, I felt free as if nothing in life could stop me- the curse of youth, but a great one. Not drinking heavily at that time. I would love to get back that child like dreamer aspect of the world, free of alcohol. A world where I was free of my past (?). I d believe I will achieve this- get my fav. dog- blue healer, a car- still perhaps a little different. Start playing the cello and piano again and go on to do a phD and teach again. Plans are good to have, an anchor- with no booze attached. Stay well- J
BUT IT COULD BE.. Still love the smell of old oil, petrol. To handle and use loved tools. Rebuilding engines. Creative, productive and sometimes even fun- when they work. - hopefully not- be happy, J.
LOL! Ok....point well made, Marc....I'll stop trying to figure it out....
(btw...I was married to a guy who said he got so excited when he drove his corvette up to the maximum speed it was capable of going. I never understood that either. I cannot remember how high he said he got to....it sounded so reckless and scary to me...
and John...I don't know about the smell of old oil and petrol.. I do remember when I was a kid walking to school and breathing in and enjoying the gas fumes of the cars......that may explain so much of my problem(s).
When I was younger and had better reflexes I did have that 'Need For Speed'.
I also had an auto that could deliver so I endulged. :)
On several occasions I did exceed 100mph and IT WAS A THRILL.
But 0 to 330 in under 5 seconds, well, that must be exhilerating.
All I will say to that is that if you ever do feel the need to speed like that, that you (and others who may be affected by your decision) survive to tell about it, Marc.
To Johns
In regards to your noisy car , I had one too, and my father said to me he read once, " the amount of noise one can take without getting perturbed, is inversely related to their intelligence, and might be a direct measurement, thereof" funny stuff I still kept the car to perturb him, haha
Unless of course alcoholic personality intelligent people buy loud cars to get a reaction, attention- be different. Why does that sound familiar? Just had elections here for national leader. Not exciting like yours. Watching paint dry has more appeal, but thankful I live in a good place. John