I'm back and with one hell of a story..........
Discussion
Pull out your coffee and some biccy's and sit back while I expain my most recent experience.....
So hear I was driving along on a fairly smooth new dual-carriageway on a sunday afternoon.... the heat exponentially rising inside the cabin and only chilled by the intake of a cool breeze through the windows.... and then I hear a screaming sound, at first I didnt bother to look in my rear view mirror, thinking it was some biker enjoying the high-reving ability of his bike approaching me in the rear, until, whoooosh, there goes a Ferrari 360 - suited, booted and spitting flames!!!! awesome, in every detail.... I figured (some rich ponce) he's driving off like the wind... until screeeeeech... he slows down..... and pulls alongside..... gives me the wink.... and then puts his hazards on and pulls out in front... I suspect it will be a gassing session.... so up I pulled up along his rear into a layby.... out he comes of his baby, and to my amazement, looked barely over 18! As we stood and spoke on the side of how beautiful the weather was and also confirming that he was only 19!!!!!! we quickly changed subjects over to "how fast is she then".... we exchanged a few words in the name of who can piss the furthest.... anyway....
out he comes with his "I tell you what, follow me up, about 25 miles from here, my old man has his own private straight road????!!!!!!"..... this was like a dream come true, "oh yes" I mumbled with adrenalin starting to pile up.... of we went, exchanged a few heated moments on the journey to his old mans gaff....
we got there amazingly without any seriously stupid speedy moments, kept well within reasonably safe speeds.... looks like this 19 year old had a little more respect for the laws of the land and safety than I first thought he would had..... my confidence builds at this moment....
so we arrive 20 odd minutes later at this private location.... I have trawled up and down these roads for a few years now... never knew there were back roads leading to private lands such as this.... was like driving into a columbian drug lords humble villa..... awesome!
We stepped inside and were greeted by his mother and the most georgous sister I've ever set eyes on! (I did get her number too
)
we chilled at his own personal bar that betters most public bars.... a few rounds of tequilla... and a few stories of work, life in general and cars exchanged.... we then walked outside.... at this moment, I was still wandering, "where is this private straight track?"..... so we jumped into our babies and trotted along the side of the huge stables... and lo and behold.... I see a straight, smooth tarmac.... and about 2 miles long!!!!!! feck me, I was speechless..... (I'm definitely in the wrong job!)
anyway, we pulled over, and he took me for a few runs up and down in his stallion.... beautiful... smooth, intoxicating, the chassis of his 360 responded a hell of a lot more tighter than the couple I have had the pleasure of taking for a spin.... I was amazed.... although he did mention the odd 30k he had spent in having his soup'd up.....
he had this G-Master twin-GPS based accelerometer in his baby, he showed me a few of the past runs... and I was impressed.... his last 0-100mph was logged in at 9.7.... a little faster than what I was expecting to see, but of course, the spec of his baby was surely exotic.... if not erotic!
So of we went back to the start... and I walked out... shut the door behind me.... he then switched the box into start mode..... his words "watch me"..... I walked well clear and watched as he revved his beast, like a high pitched trannie whine.... and then suddenly, screech and off and screech and gone..... came back rather slowly... pulled out the box.... and wow, a good 9.5 on the 0-100mph.... I was feckin amazed! beautiful! not bad for a 19 year old who looks like he just escaped prison!......
anyway, my adrenalin was pumping, my legs were vibrating.... my mind was intoxicated (no not because of the tequilla, although that did help relax a little, otherwise I would have curled up and fainted).... he got in the cerb, and wedged the silver box in behind my mp3 header.... and gave me the instructions on how to reset etc.... and gave me the go ahead for a few test runs, until I'm happy and then go for a final run....
so, off I went, played around a little as he choked on his marlboroughs and watched me do my thing... and trust me, the adrenalin was not helping with clutch and shifting.... but I settled in, banged in one of my favourite CD's.... and I was off..... getting to appreciate how good joo has set my suspension up on these larger than life 275 rears and 255 fronts.... (cheers mate, you're a star!)......
the finale came.... it was now time to blast it, I had about a 1/4 tank left... ideal for the test.... already had a crap earlier that morning, so more weight saved there .....
anyway, reset the box.... wedged into 1st, pulled up the clutch just before grinding point, and pushed throttle down till I was peaking 3000rpm.... let go of accel for a split micro, and let the clutch go and then banged on the throttle as it was falling to 2000rpm, off I went, a split bump and screech, but nothing like the stallion.... hit around 40, before dumping into second.... and peaked 70, before dumping into 3rd.... NEVER EVER have I heard the mighty cerb litterally crying for more revs and waking up the deads dead!...... I climbed to around 140, before slowing down with just a coast and turning and returning to start line.... I was soooo thrilled by this experience, especially as there was a thin layer of grass on either side on very hard ground, so my mind was at rest of any danger of spinning out....
.....
over comes gary, and out comes the box.... flicks through the jargon, and then jumps like a feckin rat.... "bastard", "fecker", "shit!!!!".... thats all I heard, whilst I'm mumbling "what?", "what?".... and pulls the box over...... feck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I hit a tonne in 7.5 secs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(joo, you're an angel, that airbox mod and this suspension setup on these tyres is awesome, cant believe thats all it took.... traction and more breathing power!!!)
YES, 7.5 secs for a 0-100mph run on a twin-GPS sensor accelerometer!!!..... I keep wishing I was at santapods doing this, damn it, thats feckin awesome!
He's going to send the data file into the company, apparently the data is encrypted, and they verify it and return a full printout certificate with all the readings.... rest assured, thats popping up on here, as soon as I get it....
Anyway, all I can say is, thank god, I own a cerb!
Just a few little mods here and there, if done right, can really show off what she is capable of.... and to think I was going to leave over to the mosler scene..... feck that can wait, I got plenty of time to enjoy this beast......
V8 single-cam, 16 valve engine....... really?????
So hear I was driving along on a fairly smooth new dual-carriageway on a sunday afternoon.... the heat exponentially rising inside the cabin and only chilled by the intake of a cool breeze through the windows.... and then I hear a screaming sound, at first I didnt bother to look in my rear view mirror, thinking it was some biker enjoying the high-reving ability of his bike approaching me in the rear, until, whoooosh, there goes a Ferrari 360 - suited, booted and spitting flames!!!! awesome, in every detail.... I figured (some rich ponce) he's driving off like the wind... until screeeeeech... he slows down..... and pulls alongside..... gives me the wink.... and then puts his hazards on and pulls out in front... I suspect it will be a gassing session.... so up I pulled up along his rear into a layby.... out he comes of his baby, and to my amazement, looked barely over 18! As we stood and spoke on the side of how beautiful the weather was and also confirming that he was only 19!!!!!! we quickly changed subjects over to "how fast is she then".... we exchanged a few words in the name of who can piss the furthest.... anyway....
out he comes with his "I tell you what, follow me up, about 25 miles from here, my old man has his own private straight road????!!!!!!"..... this was like a dream come true, "oh yes" I mumbled with adrenalin starting to pile up.... of we went, exchanged a few heated moments on the journey to his old mans gaff....
we got there amazingly without any seriously stupid speedy moments, kept well within reasonably safe speeds.... looks like this 19 year old had a little more respect for the laws of the land and safety than I first thought he would had..... my confidence builds at this moment....
so we arrive 20 odd minutes later at this private location.... I have trawled up and down these roads for a few years now... never knew there were back roads leading to private lands such as this.... was like driving into a columbian drug lords humble villa..... awesome!
We stepped inside and were greeted by his mother and the most georgous sister I've ever set eyes on! (I did get her number too
) we chilled at his own personal bar that betters most public bars.... a few rounds of tequilla... and a few stories of work, life in general and cars exchanged.... we then walked outside.... at this moment, I was still wandering, "where is this private straight track?"..... so we jumped into our babies and trotted along the side of the huge stables... and lo and behold.... I see a straight, smooth tarmac.... and about 2 miles long!!!!!! feck me, I was speechless..... (I'm definitely in the wrong job!)
anyway, we pulled over, and he took me for a few runs up and down in his stallion.... beautiful... smooth, intoxicating, the chassis of his 360 responded a hell of a lot more tighter than the couple I have had the pleasure of taking for a spin.... I was amazed.... although he did mention the odd 30k he had spent in having his soup'd up.....
he had this G-Master twin-GPS based accelerometer in his baby, he showed me a few of the past runs... and I was impressed.... his last 0-100mph was logged in at 9.7.... a little faster than what I was expecting to see, but of course, the spec of his baby was surely exotic.... if not erotic!
So of we went back to the start... and I walked out... shut the door behind me.... he then switched the box into start mode..... his words "watch me"..... I walked well clear and watched as he revved his beast, like a high pitched trannie whine.... and then suddenly, screech and off and screech and gone..... came back rather slowly... pulled out the box.... and wow, a good 9.5 on the 0-100mph.... I was feckin amazed! beautiful! not bad for a 19 year old who looks like he just escaped prison!......
anyway, my adrenalin was pumping, my legs were vibrating.... my mind was intoxicated (no not because of the tequilla, although that did help relax a little, otherwise I would have curled up and fainted).... he got in the cerb, and wedged the silver box in behind my mp3 header.... and gave me the instructions on how to reset etc.... and gave me the go ahead for a few test runs, until I'm happy and then go for a final run....
so, off I went, played around a little as he choked on his marlboroughs and watched me do my thing... and trust me, the adrenalin was not helping with clutch and shifting.... but I settled in, banged in one of my favourite CD's.... and I was off..... getting to appreciate how good joo has set my suspension up on these larger than life 275 rears and 255 fronts.... (cheers mate, you're a star!)......
the finale came.... it was now time to blast it, I had about a 1/4 tank left... ideal for the test.... already had a crap earlier that morning, so more weight saved there .....
anyway, reset the box.... wedged into 1st, pulled up the clutch just before grinding point, and pushed throttle down till I was peaking 3000rpm.... let go of accel for a split micro, and let the clutch go and then banged on the throttle as it was falling to 2000rpm, off I went, a split bump and screech, but nothing like the stallion.... hit around 40, before dumping into second.... and peaked 70, before dumping into 3rd.... NEVER EVER have I heard the mighty cerb litterally crying for more revs and waking up the deads dead!...... I climbed to around 140, before slowing down with just a coast and turning and returning to start line.... I was soooo thrilled by this experience, especially as there was a thin layer of grass on either side on very hard ground, so my mind was at rest of any danger of spinning out....
.....
over comes gary, and out comes the box.... flicks through the jargon, and then jumps like a feckin rat.... "bastard", "fecker", "shit!!!!".... thats all I heard, whilst I'm mumbling "what?", "what?".... and pulls the box over...... feck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I hit a tonne in 7.5 secs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(joo, you're an angel, that airbox mod and this suspension setup on these tyres is awesome, cant believe thats all it took.... traction and more breathing power!!!)
YES, 7.5 secs for a 0-100mph run on a twin-GPS sensor accelerometer!!!..... I keep wishing I was at santapods doing this, damn it, thats feckin awesome!
He's going to send the data file into the company, apparently the data is encrypted, and they verify it and return a full printout certificate with all the readings.... rest assured, thats popping up on here, as soon as I get it....
Anyway, all I can say is, thank god, I own a cerb!
Just a few little mods here and there, if done right, can really show off what she is capable of.... and to think I was going to leave over to the mosler scene..... feck that can wait, I got plenty of time to enjoy this beast......
V8 single-cam, 16 valve engine....... really?????
Any chance of organising a TVR meet there then?
I still feel it didnt happen, I mean, for heavens sake, who needs forced aspiration when this is your baseline....
I did ask about the idea of a little meet, but after this session, I think he's probably putting in an order for a cerb himself.... hehe... and i think he buggered up his clutch just achieving the 9.5.... (joo, i hope you have a spare clutch in stock... )
I did ask about the idea of a little meet, but after this session, I think he's probably putting in an order for a cerb himself.... hehe... and i think he buggered up his clutch just achieving the 9.5.... (joo, i hope you have a spare clutch in stock...
)
, good yarn enjoyed it, pretty awesome figures though 
, or do I need to book a visit?
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