Screeling wrote:
**sigh** the chump sold it out from under me. But I did just find another with lower miles at a dealership for almost the same price.
Sucks for the fact it didn't work out according to plan, but hey, sounds like it all worked out in the end.
Mus:
If you aren't an F1 fan or have driven something like an Formula SAE car, it's hard to explain. There are simply intangible things about the way the car connects you to the contact patches of the rubber, the way the controls are perfectly designed with tactile feedback and ultra-satisfying levels of intuitiveness (both cars that are initially intuitive and ones that are begged to be pushed harder because they work better at speed), the balance between weight distro, stability vs. steering quickness and response, mid range torque that launches out of tight corners far quicker than mere steering inputs alone would allow vs. the redline shrieking hair raising power at the top end .... all those combine to make a car that's a gift far greater than anyone can show with complicated accelerometers and telemetry data.
I'm no longer eligible to participate in SAE, so I'd say the only way to explain it is grab a sport bike and learn to wring it out. I'm not saying I could put any bike I've ever driven even close to 10/10ths even under the best instruction and in the most ideal conditions. However, in the process of learning the sport, I can say the most white knuckle pure moment of focused singularity I've ever experienced with a motorized machine involved rocketing out of a tight hairpin, knee puck, toe slider and elbow digging asphalt accompanied by accelerative sensations reserved for the most extreme amusement park rides as my mechanical dance partner sang an orgasmic alto growl rising into a pure ear shattering soprano cry of coitus.
I can't even
imagine what men far bolder, skilled and daring than me experience on hardware I wouldn't even be worthy of taxiing down pit lane.
Valentino Rossi is the luckiest man alive. A close second would be Rubens Barichello.