Itchyakneesa
28-01-2005, 04:51
I don't know how many of you watch Top Gear on the BBC, but it makes me dream and long to drive a supercar.
I would imagine it to be like riding on a charging wildcat, it sits still, waiting to be provoked, a gentle grumble from its belly filling my ears. I stroke the taps, rousing the beast into a stand. Then from nowhere I throw it into gear and the hand of God hurls me forward with neck snapping force, all lines become blurred as the cat's claws dig into the ground. Second gear and another lunge forward, nothing but liquid muscle, no lag, no slowing down, just pure unadulterated thrust, the quiet purr now a thundering roar shaking me out of my skin. Into a turn, braking briskly, the straps struggling to keep me in the seat as the beast digs into the ground, a jerk sideways as the lateral force whips the back end outward, forcing me to keep control. Another burst of the throttle hurls me out of the corner and onto the straight unending, back up into second, the force never changing in its ferocity, third gear, and the speed just climbs up at a dizzying rate. Fourth, and the power still comes bursting forth under my feet, my palms sweat as i hit fifth, feeling the self-made gravity gluing the car to the ground, by the time sixth comes I can feel myself screaming with what little breath I can muster. A little bit further, a little bit more, a little bit faster, then my heart skips, and I brake just enough to bring the car to a crawl down through the gears, then to a stop. My heart races, my breath comes in short bursts, and my body just tingles with adrenaline, the heat from the engine baking my backside. I sit for a while, regaining my sense of reality, then i hear it, from deep behind me, that purr coming back, and i smile devillishly,..........round two.
I would imagine it to be like riding on a charging wildcat, it sits still, waiting to be provoked, a gentle grumble from its belly filling my ears. I stroke the taps, rousing the beast into a stand. Then from nowhere I throw it into gear and the hand of God hurls me forward with neck snapping force, all lines become blurred as the cat's claws dig into the ground. Second gear and another lunge forward, nothing but liquid muscle, no lag, no slowing down, just pure unadulterated thrust, the quiet purr now a thundering roar shaking me out of my skin. Into a turn, braking briskly, the straps struggling to keep me in the seat as the beast digs into the ground, a jerk sideways as the lateral force whips the back end outward, forcing me to keep control. Another burst of the throttle hurls me out of the corner and onto the straight unending, back up into second, the force never changing in its ferocity, third gear, and the speed just climbs up at a dizzying rate. Fourth, and the power still comes bursting forth under my feet, my palms sweat as i hit fifth, feeling the self-made gravity gluing the car to the ground, by the time sixth comes I can feel myself screaming with what little breath I can muster. A little bit further, a little bit more, a little bit faster, then my heart skips, and I brake just enough to bring the car to a crawl down through the gears, then to a stop. My heart races, my breath comes in short bursts, and my body just tingles with adrenaline, the heat from the engine baking my backside. I sit for a while, regaining my sense of reality, then i hear it, from deep behind me, that purr coming back, and i smile devillishly,..........round two.