| I took a good friend for a ride in the freshly swapped TT version of my Z yesterday....the last time he rode in my car was 2 years ago and it was an NA w/ about 220RWP....now its pushing 500+RWP. Keep in mind, its dark outside and my friend Adam has had a few drinks and is buzzing pretty good....I'm sober of course. Adam takes a look at the Z parked innocently in front of the house... (Adam)"So you put a new engine in this thing ehh? I would never put that much money into a car! How much faster can it actually be?" (he says in a nonchalant tone) (Me)"Jump in man, lets go for a quick ride around the block."(a sly smirk of soon to be satisfaction gracing my face) Adam jumps in and buckles up - displaying a less than enthusiastic anticipation of the ride to come.
(Adam)"Okay,...lets go see what all the fuss is about." (sarcasm evident) I start her up and slowly drive toward the end of the block on a narrow residential street in west sacramento. I block around and make my way back to the street we started out on, now looking down the road at about a 1/4 mile of trafficless roadway. It is barely wide enough for two vehicles to pass each other and both sides of the street are lined w/ parked cars. (Adam)"Well.....what are we waiting ffffffffff......" I roll onto the gas in 2nd gear cutting Adam short. The GT675RS Turbos snap to life like that u-tube clip of the guy getting kicked in the chest by that horse...you know the one. His drunken neck violently whips back against the headrest as he drops a slurred F-Bomb. I hold 2nd on the floor, only losing traction for a brief moment before dropping the hammer into 3rd gear. The shriek of BOV's fills the cabin and the Z ripps ahead, snapping Adams neck back in his seat yet again. (Adam)"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....." I see him reach in futility for the OH SHIT handle that I know isn't there. He's a fumbling, screaming, drunken idiot that probably thinks he going to die. Just as third gear tops out to redline, I slam onto the brakes, bringing the Z to a lunch puking abrupt halt right in front of the very house where we started. (can't stress the value of good brakes enough!.) (Adam)"Bluahhhhpp...." Adam spits a quick convulsion of tablespoon size vomit chunk down his chin and onto his shirt....fighting to slurp the excess into his mouth so he can speak. (Adam)"Oh my God!...That was like Star Wars!" He said, mouth still cheeking throw-up reminant. (Adam)"All the lights, and cars going by....it was an effing blur!" I buckle over w/ laughter. He didn't even have to explain that he was talking about the leap to hyperspace. I instantly knew what he meant. His intoxicated grasp of the experience had summed up the joy of boost better than I had ever heard it described to me. ....And that's the funniest thing anyone's ever said after going for a ride in the Z....so far.
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