| Message |
So after a long hard day at work (okay, actually I sat on my ass for the most part) I got in my Z for a nice relaxing drive, about 10 miles to my house. So I pull onto the interstate and got a cell phone call. (Don't give me the cell phone lecture, cause I hate people that do it too!) I'm driving about 70 in the right lane in fairly heavy traffic for a saturday night in the heart of carolina. This is taking place on I-40 between the airport and west raleigh for those who know the area) Anyhow, as I'm on the phone a silver Acura NSX goes by me on the left at a medium pace. Well, as any good Z driver would do, I end the call and decide to defend our honor as proud Nissan drivers. I gently press the gas and easily catch up to him now going about 80. There is a pack of commoners ahead of us that we must safely but efficiently get through to the freedom of the uncluttered highway ahead. As we begin to close in on the front of the pack, a slight sheen of sweat begins to form on my forehead as my body begins to ready itself for the battle it knows lies ahead. WHAM! The NSX guy is still in front of me and drops the hammer accelerating like Rosie O' Donnel towards a donut. I also accelerate, dropping my beast to 4th (perhaps 3rd, my memory does occasionally fail) As the engine winds out towards the dreaded red line, I notice that the distance between myself and the NSX has not changed, I have not gained or lost any distance. Can this be right, can my humble 1993 without the "Blowers Of Life" aboard, hang with this recycled aluminum animal? At some point it dawns on me, time to shift, I do and yet still the chasm between these two animals of speed has not changed. Up ahead another pack of commoners comes into sight and we both slow to sane speeds. Both alive with adrenaline, both sure that their steed is the one true champion, both wondering a hellish thought, is it not? An unspoken gentlemen's agreement had been reached, in the interest of safety, both ourselves and others the race was, for now, over. But maybe someday, on some lonely highway, late at night a lone NSX and 300ZX will have their final showdown. so basically we both accelerated like hell and I hung with him in a stock NA, was he messing with me, or is that possible?
|
 |
