God help us....
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So, I flew up to Aberdeen yesterday afternoon for an early start in the office this morning, and landed back in Norwich just after half six this evening... Airport back to my place is about 20 miles. I didn't time it exactly but I think it took me about three and a half minutes to get from the airport back to my humble but well appointed gaff in the Norfolk countryside... It may have been a bit longer than three and a half minutes, but that's what it felt like... Obviously, I was in beastie.. I thought I'd treat her to a run out and a night in the airport car park surrounded by Audi's BMW's Mercedes and the odd Pork.. She loves slumming it...
This little exercise though has reinforced my belief in a phenomena that I recognised quite some time ago, but chose to ignore... (classic symptoms of denial....) As soon as I get in that car I become a complete hooligan.... It's not that I drive like a knob (well I don't think I do), but my right foot detaches itself from my brain and does what it wants, and my brain seems to encourage it, like it's saying 'go on, go on, give it some you tart...
The older I get the worse it seems to get... and it only happens when I take beastie out..
I can't be the only one......
God help us...
This little exercise though has reinforced my belief in a phenomena that I recognised quite some time ago, but chose to ignore... (classic symptoms of denial....) As soon as I get in that car I become a complete hooligan.... It's not that I drive like a knob (well I don't think I do), but my right foot detaches itself from my brain and does what it wants, and my brain seems to encourage it, like it's saying 'go on, go on, give it some you tart...
The older I get the worse it seems to get... and it only happens when I take beastie out..
I can't be the only one......
God help us...
......you are not alone. I just choose licence and track days over country roads and no licence.
If you are around on Saturday 8th April, try the pre-Burghley Rutland Rumble. About 80 miles of Rutland's finest roads, legal limit in all villages and brisk on the open road. 60-70 other TVRs to keep you company. Loads of cheerfully applauding yokels along the route.
If you are around on Saturday 8th April, try the pre-Burghley Rutland Rumble. About 80 miles of Rutland's finest roads, legal limit in all villages and brisk on the open road. 60-70 other TVRs to keep you company. Loads of cheerfully applauding yokels along the route.
QBee said:
......you are not alone. I just choose licence and track days over country roads and no licence.
If you are around on Saturday 8th April, try the pre-Burghley Rutland Rumble. About 80 miles of Rutland's finest roads, legal limit in all villages and brisk on the open road. 60-70 other TVRs to keep you company. Loads of cheerfully applauding yokels along the route.
I agree Anthony, and for a while the track days completely removed my 'need for speed' other than on track... It's a curse I tell you... If you are around on Saturday 8th April, try the pre-Burghley Rutland Rumble. About 80 miles of Rutland's finest roads, legal limit in all villages and brisk on the open road. 60-70 other TVRs to keep you company. Loads of cheerfully applauding yokels along the route.
OleVix said:
It's a curse... the devil on your shoulder saying "press that pedal now! Do it!"
he speaks to me too
Thank God.... I'm not alone he speaks to me too
Edited by ChilliWhizz on Tuesday 14th March 20:47
ChilliWhizz said:
So, I flew up to Aberdeen yesterday afternoon for an early start in the office this morning, and landed back in Norwich just after half six this evening... Airport back to my place is about 20 miles. I didn't time it exactly but I think it took me about three and a half minutes to get from the airport back to my humble but well appointed gaff in the Norfolk countryside... It may have been a bit longer than three and a half minutes, but that's what it felt like... Obviously, I was in beastie.. I thought I'd treat her to a run out and a night in the airport car park surrounded by Audi's BMW's Mercedes and the odd Pork.. She loves slumming it...
This little exercise though has reinforced my belief in a phenomena that I recognised quite some time ago, but chose to ignore... (classic symptoms of denial....) As soon as I get in that car I become a complete hooligan.... It's not that I drive like a knob (well I don't think I do), but my right foot detaches itself from my brain and does what it wants, and my brain seems to encourage it, like it's saying 'go on, go on, give it some you tart...
The older I get the worse it seems to get... and it only happens when I take beastie out..
I can't be the only one......
God help us...
Your definately not alone Richard...I think the engine and exhaust note don't help either....mind you remember that mine's just a 400...soon to be a closet 400 mind...just days away!!!This little exercise though has reinforced my belief in a phenomena that I recognised quite some time ago, but chose to ignore... (classic symptoms of denial....) As soon as I get in that car I become a complete hooligan.... It's not that I drive like a knob (well I don't think I do), but my right foot detaches itself from my brain and does what it wants, and my brain seems to encourage it, like it's saying 'go on, go on, give it some you tart...
The older I get the worse it seems to get... and it only happens when I take beastie out..
I can't be the only one......
God help us...
Then I might just be S**tting myself a whole lot more giving it the beans.
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