TorqueMasterJay
07-24-2007, 09:27 PM
Helloooo everyone. Its yer old pal Jay again. Im curious as to what got you all addicted to power. Weather or not it is a supra that you modify the hell out of, everyone here with an exception of a few enjoy dropping bad ass turbo'd engines in their mean little machines or stuffing a bottle and trigger somewhere trying to hide it. Something bit ya da ass somewhere in your life that made ya want more power Tell yer story here. Ill tell ya mine.
I started out not caring about power and speed. My parents had a wide variety of cars and trucks. Some fast. Some slow. It took one incident to change my life forever. My mom was the proud owner of some fine, German engineering.A Volks Wagon rabbit....diesel. No turbo on this thing, just strait up diesel. Not the little bastard got between 45-50 miles per gallon, but I could swear a self propelled lawn mower with a Brigs&Stratton engine had more power than this thing. As a passenger in this car for a couple years, I didnt care too much about the lack of oomf...til' one day my mom decided to pass a log truck...going uphill...with the top of the hill coming up. Pushing the throttle on this car did nothing in regards to...going FASTER! I dont think I have ever been so scared in a car in my life. We slowly made progress on this log toting 18 wheeler. I have my right foot pressing on the floor hard enough to make it creak. The seat was objecting to my "Imaginary" gas pedal as well. My left hand made a permanent indent on the dash and somehow the little handle above the window didnt give way. I swear it felt like slow motion, not knowing if someone else was coming up over the hill. The scenario was running through my head as we were perfectly astride this lumbering monster...What If? Where would we go? Under the truck? Off into the woods? Splatterd on the grille of an oncoming truck? We cross over the top of the long hill....and the lane was clear. Now we're going downhill and I can actually feel the sensation of acceleration. It was at that moment, I swore never to have a little pussy of a car. I wanted to know that when I pushed the gas pedal, it sped up. The quicker it sped up, the better. When it came time to purchase my personal ride, there was no Escort, Chevette, or Honda in my list of cars to buy. Thats when I came across my jewel in the rough. A 79' Trans Am "Bandit" that had been T-boned on the drivers side. $435 later, I had the car that was the basis of all the cars to come when it comes to power...sep for my Supra...I had to go with a happy medium with fuel$$$/Power. Never wanted one till I got my 81'. I was all over them after that.
I started out not caring about power and speed. My parents had a wide variety of cars and trucks. Some fast. Some slow. It took one incident to change my life forever. My mom was the proud owner of some fine, German engineering.A Volks Wagon rabbit....diesel. No turbo on this thing, just strait up diesel. Not the little bastard got between 45-50 miles per gallon, but I could swear a self propelled lawn mower with a Brigs&Stratton engine had more power than this thing. As a passenger in this car for a couple years, I didnt care too much about the lack of oomf...til' one day my mom decided to pass a log truck...going uphill...with the top of the hill coming up. Pushing the throttle on this car did nothing in regards to...going FASTER! I dont think I have ever been so scared in a car in my life. We slowly made progress on this log toting 18 wheeler. I have my right foot pressing on the floor hard enough to make it creak. The seat was objecting to my "Imaginary" gas pedal as well. My left hand made a permanent indent on the dash and somehow the little handle above the window didnt give way. I swear it felt like slow motion, not knowing if someone else was coming up over the hill. The scenario was running through my head as we were perfectly astride this lumbering monster...What If? Where would we go? Under the truck? Off into the woods? Splatterd on the grille of an oncoming truck? We cross over the top of the long hill....and the lane was clear. Now we're going downhill and I can actually feel the sensation of acceleration. It was at that moment, I swore never to have a little pussy of a car. I wanted to know that when I pushed the gas pedal, it sped up. The quicker it sped up, the better. When it came time to purchase my personal ride, there was no Escort, Chevette, or Honda in my list of cars to buy. Thats when I came across my jewel in the rough. A 79' Trans Am "Bandit" that had been T-boned on the drivers side. $435 later, I had the car that was the basis of all the cars to come when it comes to power...sep for my Supra...I had to go with a happy medium with fuel$$$/Power. Never wanted one till I got my 81'. I was all over them after that.