Last night Kate and I fetched little green from the garage and it spent its first night in our parking lot in Cambridge outside the house. It looked cute next to John's BMW.
This morning I stuck the EZPass in there, and applied the AAA sticker to the rear bumper (gotta have frigg'n AAA with this thing) and affixed some Magic Robots stickers to the windows and body. Why the fuck not. I need some DSG stickers and then a giant number sticker and then I should be good. I usually hate stickers and crap, but for some reason I feel like this car is so over the top that trying to keep it mellow is like trying to stick a cork in a Metallica concert. Maybe not that extreme but whatever. It's a race car. How many cupholders does it have? None.
The car drives wonderfully. It needs some serious tuning--it lags quite a bit in 2nd and 3rd gear. The gearbox is solid as hell though, and sounds absolutely fierce. Handles like a dream, of course, although going over the teeniest of bumps sends it into the stratosphere. BOING!
I got a thumbs up from a guy driving a Porsche Carrera in the Starbuck's parking lot, and another from a guy in a gorgeous Jag E-Type. Hello!
Now it's sitting cheerily in the office parking lot. Must sign up for track days. Hillclimbs. Anything.
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Hill climbs would be bad ass.
I need Magic Robot stickers for my goalie mask, eh?
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