what is it like to drive a super car
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May seem like a stupid question and i know theres probably millions of these threads , but i have been driving 2 years , and the fastest car ive driven was the ford focus i learnt in , i have been driving a 1.2 fiesta since , it takes 15 seconds 0-60 on a perfect day with no passengers . i love it and look after it , but i cant help but imagine what it would be like to drive a fast car as i sometimes find myself drifting off as i pootle along .
So how would you explain the driving sensations to somebody like me , who would consider a 1.6 golf fast lol
So how would you explain the driving sensations to somebody like me , who would consider a 1.6 golf fast lol
Fastest I've driven is probably my Seat Leon Cupra. I think it's ever so slightly faster than my GTI-6 I used to have although the figures say otherwise (7.2 to 62 vs 7.5) I would like a faster car at some point but enivitably I'll fall fowl of the 'cheap, reliable, fast. Pick two' rule and pick something cheap and fast that will bankrupt me. The GTI-6 felt a bit like that but I think it was just getting old. The Cupra passed it's MOT last month with no work required!
Edited by MissChief on Friday 25th October 03:03
I'm not sure they all count as supercars but I was lucky enough to work for an Aston Martin specialist in the north east where I drove some nice cars.
Favourite was a Ferrari mondial, my first mid engined car, it had a great balance and despite not really pushing it you could alsmost feel it pivoting around the engine.
I've been lucky enough to drive most post Aston Martin's up to the first vanquish. a 1973 v8 manual (dog leg on first) which me and my uncle bought to sell on was probably the most fun. It was a big car but you felt you could throw it around. Also I was probably a bit more relaxed as it was partially mine.
My own cars have included a Caterham, Elise 111s and a tvr t350, the last is the most supercar like and frankly although it was an awesome car a lot of the time it was intimidting on the smaller roads. Things happened very quickly and it wasn't really suited to the new forest where I now live! Iva had more fun driving my hillclimb preped puma on these roads.
As an event though the tvr was great, ear plugs where needed for long trips but I drove it back home to the north east a few times. Including one memorable trip cross country. The tvr had a very long throttle travel, it didn't feel that fast when you drove it like a normal car, you had to poke your toe forward to access the upper rev range, which I suppose made it safer in the wet. I only had a few sideways moments and only in lower gear
If could have any of my cars back now, I sold the the tvr as I needed a deposit on my flat, I'd have the Elise. More of a scalpel to the tvr's sledgehammer.
Apologies for spelling /missed letters, on hol and phone playing up
Favourite was a Ferrari mondial, my first mid engined car, it had a great balance and despite not really pushing it you could alsmost feel it pivoting around the engine.
I've been lucky enough to drive most post Aston Martin's up to the first vanquish. a 1973 v8 manual (dog leg on first) which me and my uncle bought to sell on was probably the most fun. It was a big car but you felt you could throw it around. Also I was probably a bit more relaxed as it was partially mine.
My own cars have included a Caterham, Elise 111s and a tvr t350, the last is the most supercar like and frankly although it was an awesome car a lot of the time it was intimidting on the smaller roads. Things happened very quickly and it wasn't really suited to the new forest where I now live! Iva had more fun driving my hillclimb preped puma on these roads.
As an event though the tvr was great, ear plugs where needed for long trips but I drove it back home to the north east a few times. Including one memorable trip cross country. The tvr had a very long throttle travel, it didn't feel that fast when you drove it like a normal car, you had to poke your toe forward to access the upper rev range, which I suppose made it safer in the wet. I only had a few sideways moments and only in lower gear
If could have any of my cars back now, I sold the the tvr as I needed a deposit on my flat, I'd have the Elise. More of a scalpel to the tvr's sledgehammer.
Apologies for spelling /missed letters, on hol and phone playing up
Driving a supercar is immense... for the first few months, then it's just like any other car really except:
1. You constantly worry about where you're going to park
2. When you do find a parking space, somewhere in the dark lonely corners of the car park, miles from everyone else.. you will return to find someone parked 4" off the driver's door
3. Anytime you are away from the car, you worry about it
4. You have to put up with people constantly asking you to rev the nuts off it
5. You have to endure the scornful looks and mutterings of old folk if you do rev the nuts off it
6. When a warning light pops up on the dash, you sh!t your pants
7. Come service time.. you sh!t your pants
8. You feel you are doing the car an injustice if sticking to the speed limits
9. You get frustrated that you can't boot if everywhere you go for fear of speedbumps, police & more disapproving old people
10. Your mates think you're a prick when you don't let any of them drive it.
11. You look like the worlds biggest bell end if you ever stall it at the lights
12. You look like a poser in the petrol station when you're 'filling her up'
13. You look like a poser when you stick the shades on or turn the choons up
14. You have to endure the stress of reverse parking while everyone is watching and praying you'll feck it up
15. You feel like a knob when someone whips out their iphone and decides they want a photo or video of your car while you're sat there at the lights.. do I smile? do I give them the thumbs up? do I ignore them? Then you have to suffer the embarrassment as said 'happy snapper' walks away and calling you a cock.
16. If you're under 40 everyone thinks you're a footballer or a lottery winner
17. If you're over 40 everyone thinks you are going through some sort of crisis
18. You feel like a loser when that 21 yr old blonde in the tiny dress and heels wafts by without even batting an eye at you or the car
19. You are disappointed when the 18 yr old blonde thinks it's a Toyota and she swears blind the guy she works with in Tesco has one just like it
20. You get a sore neck from trying to catch the reflection of the car in every mildly reflective surface
21. You can't put photos of it on Facebook/Twitter cos everyone thinks you're just showing off
22. The feel like a pretentious c*nt saying the word "Ferrari" (or similar) anytime anyone enquires as to what you drive.. either that you just lie and say something s
t, like Porsche (joke)
23. You come to realise that the only people who actually give a f*ck you have a supercar are men, and with all it's beauty and flash, it ain't going to get you laid with anyone other than cheap, nasty, gold digger, WAG wanna-be's. It'll probably cost you a few jealous mates and a small fortune.
Is it worth it?
Hell yes.
1. I get to press the "START" button every time I get in the car and listen to a Ferrari V8 bark into life
2. I get to sit in my garage and just admire every detail of the bodywork and engine
3. I get to buzz the window down on approach to a tunnel, drop a gear and hear that sensory overloading sound of a Ferrari V8 reverb around an enclosed space as it blats through the rev range.
4**. I get to smash all the cheap, nasty, gold-digger, wag wanna-be's...*
It's worth all the stress and hassle just for that.. if you ever get a chance to own one, do it.
note** - this was added for effect only and while I could, I doubt the gf would approve.
1. You constantly worry about where you're going to park
2. When you do find a parking space, somewhere in the dark lonely corners of the car park, miles from everyone else.. you will return to find someone parked 4" off the driver's door
3. Anytime you are away from the car, you worry about it
4. You have to put up with people constantly asking you to rev the nuts off it
5. You have to endure the scornful looks and mutterings of old folk if you do rev the nuts off it
6. When a warning light pops up on the dash, you sh!t your pants
7. Come service time.. you sh!t your pants
8. You feel you are doing the car an injustice if sticking to the speed limits
9. You get frustrated that you can't boot if everywhere you go for fear of speedbumps, police & more disapproving old people
10. Your mates think you're a prick when you don't let any of them drive it.
11. You look like the worlds biggest bell end if you ever stall it at the lights
12. You look like a poser in the petrol station when you're 'filling her up'
13. You look like a poser when you stick the shades on or turn the choons up
14. You have to endure the stress of reverse parking while everyone is watching and praying you'll feck it up
15. You feel like a knob when someone whips out their iphone and decides they want a photo or video of your car while you're sat there at the lights.. do I smile? do I give them the thumbs up? do I ignore them? Then you have to suffer the embarrassment as said 'happy snapper' walks away and calling you a cock.
16. If you're under 40 everyone thinks you're a footballer or a lottery winner
17. If you're over 40 everyone thinks you are going through some sort of crisis
18. You feel like a loser when that 21 yr old blonde in the tiny dress and heels wafts by without even batting an eye at you or the car
19. You are disappointed when the 18 yr old blonde thinks it's a Toyota and she swears blind the guy she works with in Tesco has one just like it
20. You get a sore neck from trying to catch the reflection of the car in every mildly reflective surface
21. You can't put photos of it on Facebook/Twitter cos everyone thinks you're just showing off
22. The feel like a pretentious c*nt saying the word "Ferrari" (or similar) anytime anyone enquires as to what you drive.. either that you just lie and say something s
t, like Porsche (joke)23. You come to realise that the only people who actually give a f*ck you have a supercar are men, and with all it's beauty and flash, it ain't going to get you laid with anyone other than cheap, nasty, gold digger, WAG wanna-be's. It'll probably cost you a few jealous mates and a small fortune.
Is it worth it?
Hell yes.
1. I get to press the "START" button every time I get in the car and listen to a Ferrari V8 bark into life
2. I get to sit in my garage and just admire every detail of the bodywork and engine
3. I get to buzz the window down on approach to a tunnel, drop a gear and hear that sensory overloading sound of a Ferrari V8 reverb around an enclosed space as it blats through the rev range.
4**. I get to smash all the cheap, nasty, gold-digger, wag wanna-be's...*
It's worth all the stress and hassle just for that.. if you ever get a chance to own one, do it.
note** - this was added for effect only and while I could, I doubt the gf would approve.
Edited by Craigwww on Sunday 27th October 13:59
Edited by Craigwww on Sunday 27th October 14:02
not a supercar, but it was a mind altering experience
had literally just passed my test in a Corsa that day.
Rang my dad to tell him, who told me to head over to his mates garage
pottled over in my 1.0 4 speed Pug 205
His mate showed me this breathed on up Audi Quattro
and was then told to go and drive it for the afternoon
holy carp! can you imagine that happening now?
What where those two thinking?
from 60hp to somewhere between 300hp to 400hp was insane
it was totally beyond me, I doubt I got above 200hp used
had literally just passed my test in a Corsa that day.
Rang my dad to tell him, who told me to head over to his mates garage
pottled over in my 1.0 4 speed Pug 205
His mate showed me this breathed on up Audi Quattro
and was then told to go and drive it for the afternoon
holy carp! can you imagine that happening now?
What where those two thinking?
from 60hp to somewhere between 300hp to 400hp was insane
it was totally beyond me, I doubt I got above 200hp used
Monty Python said:
Bit of a vague question - you could drive one through London in the rush-hour and think it was the worst car in the world, or you could drive it on an empty road in Buckinghamshire and this it was the best thing since sliced bread, or you you could drive it backwards into a hedge.
I dunno, I think most supercars are a little wide for our excellent B roads, and a little too fast for our well policed A roads. Like anything though, the speed and sensation becomes familiar after a while. Ask anyone who has ever bought a car and declared it the fastest thing in the world, only to be chasing ever high power and speed a year or two later!
Baryonyx said:
I dunno, I think most supercars are a little wide for our excellent B roads, and a little too fast for our well policed A roads.
Like anything though, the speed and sensation becomes familiar after a while. Ask anyone who has ever bought a car and declared it the fastest thing in the world, only to be chasing ever high power and speed a year or two later!
My friend said that after driving an Atom 300 - the Ferrari 360 he drove after it seemed tame by comparison.Like anything though, the speed and sensation becomes familiar after a while. Ask anyone who has ever bought a car and declared it the fastest thing in the world, only to be chasing ever high power and speed a year or two later!
It's the thrill of sitting in a slow moving jam feeling the clutch wear out.
The thrill of taking a corner at 60 that you know you could take at 120.
The buzz of pressing the brakes lightly because you aren't moving fast enough to really need them.
The raw excitement of accelerating gently from 30 to 50, then down to 40, then maybe even a little over 50 but back all the way down to 20.
Just make sure your car has a comfortable seat and a lovely interior so that you have something positive to help you keep the will to live when trapped in an ocean of diesel st boxes. 
The thrill of taking a corner at 60 that you know you could take at 120.
The buzz of pressing the brakes lightly because you aren't moving fast enough to really need them.
The raw excitement of accelerating gently from 30 to 50, then down to 40, then maybe even a little over 50 but back all the way down to 20.
Just make sure your car has a comfortable seat and a lovely interior so that you have something positive to help you keep the will to live when trapped in an ocean of diesel s
t boxes. DonkeyApple said:
It's the thrill of sitting in a slow moving jam feeling the clutch wear out.
The thrill of taking a corner at 60 that you know you could take at 120.
The buzz of pressing the brakes lightly because you aren't moving fast enough to really need them.
The raw excitement of accelerating gently from 30 to 50, then down to 40, then maybe even a little over 50 but back all the way down to 20.
Just make sure your car has a comfortable seat and a lovely interior so that you have something positive to help you keep the will to live when trapped in an ocean of diesel st boxes.
You need a track day The thrill of taking a corner at 60 that you know you could take at 120.
The buzz of pressing the brakes lightly because you aren't moving fast enough to really need them.
The raw excitement of accelerating gently from 30 to 50, then down to 40, then maybe even a little over 50 but back all the way down to 20.
Just make sure your car has a comfortable seat and a lovely interior so that you have something positive to help you keep the will to live when trapped in an ocean of diesel s
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