Amazonian stomp in gallons per mile blitz...
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Amazonian because it was a 4.7 V8 LC; and gpm because the profligacy (admittedly the result of a somewhat lazy right foot) would've embarassed an LM002 at the pumps following a chase over the dunes.
On Saturday, I found myself heading Northwards in the leviathan.
Never has a vehicle so cossetted and impressed with it's sheer strength. Planted doesn't come close. And I promise, with the suspension suitably firmed and lowered, near three figure speeds were maintained across pitch black, damp, Northumbrian black top with a disdain few non-4x4 regular vehicles would feel quite so secure in performing.
On the m-ways and bigger A-roads the thing simply shrugged off even the tiniest doubts of grip related nervousness and powered onwards, through the mist and drizzle like a Challenger
that's just been told Bin Laden's nicking the buns back at the barracks...
Seriously, honestly impressive. And all the time, the bored out, detuned Lexus lump under the gargantuan bonnet rarely uttered a word, perhaps in honour of the superb 'Who' disc that was blasting out a reminder of a time before effeminate talentlessness was a prerequisite for rock and pop idolatry.
£70 for a fill up and a whisker over 200 miles. Not a car, more a bottle of Brut 33 on wheels and I was covered in it.
Bloody marvellous. Grrr. So next time you're slagging off some braindead bint in a huge 4x4, just remember that sometimes, manic pschosis can drive the tractive mass o'er tundra's hill, God's on high urging me to kill!!!
YYYYyyeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!!
>>> Edited by derestrictor on Monday 16th December 13:35
On Saturday, I found myself heading Northwards in the leviathan.
Never has a vehicle so cossetted and impressed with it's sheer strength. Planted doesn't come close. And I promise, with the suspension suitably firmed and lowered, near three figure speeds were maintained across pitch black, damp, Northumbrian black top with a disdain few non-4x4 regular vehicles would feel quite so secure in performing.
On the m-ways and bigger A-roads the thing simply shrugged off even the tiniest doubts of grip related nervousness and powered onwards, through the mist and drizzle like a Challenger
that's just been told Bin Laden's nicking the buns back at the barracks... Seriously, honestly impressive. And all the time, the bored out, detuned Lexus lump under the gargantuan bonnet rarely uttered a word, perhaps in honour of the superb 'Who' disc that was blasting out a reminder of a time before effeminate talentlessness was a prerequisite for rock and pop idolatry.
£70 for a fill up and a whisker over 200 miles. Not a car, more a bottle of Brut 33 on wheels and I was covered in it.
Bloody marvellous. Grrr. So next time you're slagging off some braindead bint in a huge 4x4, just remember that sometimes, manic pschosis can drive the tractive mass o'er tundra's hill, God's on high urging me to kill!!!
YYYYyyeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!!
>>> Edited by derestrictor on Monday 16th December 13:35
Superflid said: Brings back happy memories of Range Rover days! The feeling that nothing, flood, earthquake, snow or passenger's screams, could even slow your progress.
Much different from the Elise, but in the right (wrong?) hands, just as much fun!
Ken - thank'ee koindly, Zir!
Nail firmly whacked with lump hammer. The same thing in a Lotus Elise would have seen me travel considerably slower and also die.
The road between (I think) just after Raby Castle and Corbridge (A68) would ordinarily be an Elise's playground but this night was strictly for werewolves and ghouls.
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