treynor
Enthusiast
... so my wife's new Viper SRT has about 50 (yes, fifty) miles on it and I'm out putting some nice easy break-in miles on the motor, tooling around the various twisty roads here in NorCal. Up on Skyline, I'm heading south and passing cars at a leisurely clip when I come up on a red gen-3 RX7 who seems in a sporting mood. A couple of times when we get clear road he hits the gas (as judged by the black smoke from his exhaust) and I just roll a little gas into the 525 HP Viper and keep right up with him. He takes a few quick corners, but I am still glued to his tail about 2 carlengths back. We reach a passing lane and he holds a constant speed, so I throttle back and pass him, after which he zips right up behind me as if to say "I dare ya".
Well, you know me, I can't resist a challenge, even driving my wife's brand-new car! The engine may still be in early break-in, but the tires are heat-cycled and the suspension and brakes are ready to rock 'n roll. I attack the next series of corners with vigor, taking advantage of the SRT's massive grip and huge brakes, and carving lines which would make my Russell driving instructor proud. The RX tries to hang, but loses ground on each corner, braking early and taking the corners considerably more slowly than do I. After 4-5 corners I can literally no longer even see the RX7 behind me on the shorts straights, and by the time I come up on lapped^H^H^H slow-moving traffic the RX is long gone.
I pull into my destination at Alice's restaurant and shut
'er down. The SRT isn't even breathing hard; tires are unscuffed, brakes cool, suspension unruffled. I suppose I'm going to have to look a bit harder to find a challenge for the red beastie.
Just don't tell my wife
Well, you know me, I can't resist a challenge, even driving my wife's brand-new car! The engine may still be in early break-in, but the tires are heat-cycled and the suspension and brakes are ready to rock 'n roll. I attack the next series of corners with vigor, taking advantage of the SRT's massive grip and huge brakes, and carving lines which would make my Russell driving instructor proud. The RX tries to hang, but loses ground on each corner, braking early and taking the corners considerably more slowly than do I. After 4-5 corners I can literally no longer even see the RX7 behind me on the shorts straights, and by the time I come up on lapped^H^H^H slow-moving traffic the RX is long gone.
I pull into my destination at Alice's restaurant and shut
'er down. The SRT isn't even breathing hard; tires are unscuffed, brakes cool, suspension unruffled. I suppose I'm going to have to look a bit harder to find a challenge for the red beastie.
Just don't tell my wife
