Buckets make one faster...
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It just keeps getting better.
The Wulfenspuglereichviggen was returned heir soir having lost 20kg (hear that Domster? - 20 kilos!/
) and sacrificed it's glute friendly electro lazee boys for a pair of das foctoire's most compelling GT3 clamps.
The blame for this lies squarely 'twixt the eternal persausions of Dietician von Domstellerol an the evil master of Ultimaic goading, Herr Thompson of the Apocolyptic Church of The Limitless Power-Weight Ratio.
Anyway, the upshot is that I enjoyed automotive conjugalism on the thrapp back and discovered the entirely optional feature previously thought to be both standard and important on the car, namely, the brakes. They now seem strangely redundant...
It's fantastic to strip away another layer of driving impurity and genuinely sense the squirming of the chassis as direction changes press their considerable stresses into one's lateral flubber.
You know, with the 911 and Munchen barge, as I said to Count Thomassino during the morn's ritual abuse, maybe the peak of my own motoring nirvana has been finally spied.
Of course, I've yet to experince anything 'Radical' or 'Ruffed up' but for now, I is pretty darn ok with the garage and for yours truly, that's a first.
Sodding Germans!
The Wulfenspuglereichviggen was returned heir soir having lost 20kg (hear that Domster? - 20 kilos!/
) and sacrificed it's glute friendly electro lazee boys for a pair of das foctoire's most compelling GT3 clamps. The blame for this lies squarely 'twixt the eternal persausions of Dietician von Domstellerol an the evil master of Ultimaic goading, Herr Thompson of the Apocolyptic Church of The Limitless Power-Weight Ratio.
Anyway, the upshot is that I enjoyed automotive conjugalism on the thrapp back and discovered the entirely optional feature previously thought to be both standard and important on the car, namely, the brakes. They now seem strangely redundant...
It's fantastic to strip away another layer of driving impurity and genuinely sense the squirming of the chassis as direction changes press their considerable stresses into one's lateral flubber.
You know, with the 911 and Munchen barge, as I said to Count Thomassino during the morn's ritual abuse, maybe the peak of my own motoring nirvana has been finally spied.
Of course, I've yet to experince anything 'Radical' or 'Ruffed up' but for now, I is pretty darn ok with the garage and for yours truly, that's a first.
Sodding Germans!
Sorry Domst - I got it wrong - it was 21 kilos shy of it's former glory!
Only bugger is that the roll cage [half or full, hmmm
?] which is the next operation, may add most of that back.
Then again, that'll correspond with rear seat ejection and sound proofing removal which, along with the 3lb I've shed since the glw banned me from crem eggs and Grolsch, guarantees an F40-baiting thrust/blubber quotient.
Oh and Craig - it'll end, almost certainly in tears!
Now, where's that lightweight boot lid..?
Only bugger is that the roll cage [half or full, hmmm
?] which is the next operation, may add most of that back. Then again, that'll correspond with rear seat ejection and sound proofing removal which, along with the 3lb I've shed since the glw banned me from crem eggs and Grolsch, guarantees an F40-baiting thrust/blubber quotient.
Oh and Craig - it'll end, almost certainly in tears!
Now, where's that lightweight boot lid..?
Seriously chaps, I'm just staggered by the constant growth in the allure of the 911.
By now, I should have 'done a Bennno' and gone through several Itallians and a couple of Bulldog stylee varieties from the Pagnellic boudoire but no!
In an inexcusable burst of Hammondesque fervour, I can almost sense the onslaught of thick beard and over wove Arran sweater, not to mention a hearty desire to talk with dewy eyed reminiscence of the joys of Rob walker's historic triumphs whilst campaigning a Studebaker Cayenne through some incongruous Anglo-French 'rallye' during the notorious rainy season of '58 during the traversement of the notorious Guyanan steppe.
Or maybe not.
Warpdrive, if you please, Mr.Sulu and feel free to eliminate any morons in the way.
By now, I should have 'done a Bennno' and gone through several Itallians and a couple of Bulldog stylee varieties from the Pagnellic boudoire but no!
In an inexcusable burst of Hammondesque fervour, I can almost sense the onslaught of thick beard and over wove Arran sweater, not to mention a hearty desire to talk with dewy eyed reminiscence of the joys of Rob walker's historic triumphs whilst campaigning a Studebaker Cayenne through some incongruous Anglo-French 'rallye' during the notorious rainy season of '58 during the traversement of the notorious Guyanan steppe.
Or maybe not.
Warpdrive, if you please, Mr.Sulu and feel free to eliminate any morons in the way.
dazren said:
Being driven like he stole it as well, look at the passenger wing mirror, clearly broken when breaking in.
DAZ
Steady; the Romany Alex is a damn fine charioteer, as his seminal moment of 8(?)valved Corradoistic Porsche terrorism [mostly sideways
] during a precipitastic Silverstone track day may forever testify! In truth, I am semi-tempted by the abandonment of Clubsport's track side aero mods due to the worrying tendancy of said mirror to go all flappata above about 150.
Then again, the wiper removal surgery undoubtedly aided last session's endeavours. Oh bollocks -
Paul - know you how to remove the buggers altogether? Mr.A.C.H.Tung.
toppstuff said:
A bespoke clubsport edition, as it where.
Good work
Cheers
- the motives you ascribe are not without foundation and having sampled Clubsport's wonderful 993RS last time, the concept of such a thing with a small water mamal oop it's trouser leg* appeals almost as much as a mildly damp portion of Locklearic Heather. 
* Ferret up drainpipe variation gone askew; sorry.
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