From LegendKiller:
I was driving at my usual leisurely pace toward my lunchtime destination, when I was being confronted.. well confronted seems to be the right word here, given the lack of words dedicated to describe "disturbance from the rear of the vehicle" by a yellow Suzuki Swift Sport from behind. Going at the non-threatening pace of 70kmh in the middle lane, my GT-R rumbled a little along, not ready for any battles yet but hinting me of its prowess beneath its bonnet. The Swift may be gunning for the "tailgating a GT-R: bumper to bumper width" category Guinness record, but all I wanted was my lunch.
This Swift had enough of fun apparently, after coming to the sound decision that I was not going to engage him today. With a haughty little blow of his titanium tipped exhaust, he overtook me from the left while giving me a smirk.
Now, I would have let him go at that. But being overtaken and smirked at by a pimply teen with black rimmed glasses and crooked teeth was definitely not one of the reasons I bought this car. Heck the running in. Some gurus advocate the hard running in method anyway. Today I shall see if they are right.
Downshifted and revved. Did not really floor just in case the guys at Nissan were right (Don't rev it above 4k ah!).
The revs climbed with urgency as if the GT-R was telling me to set it free.
100kmh came and went in a blink. The Swift was looming closer and closer, and at some stage it tried to escape I think. The exhaust sound of the Swift grew in pathetic intensity, but like black death, the GT-R was relentless, closing upon and tearing pass the Swift with finality. I had a glimpse of the swift driver's countenance for that 0.5 seconds I passed him. It was as though he was frothing like a rabid dog whose bone snack was forcefully taken away from him by a bigger dog. A much bigger dog. 200kmh came and went too, to the same place the 100kmh went I guess. The GT-R was only gaining stride then, pulling me along like a composed thoroughbred stallion.
The Swift became just an infinitesimal speck in my rear view mirror. All was peaceful again. I calmed the beast down and put it back to prowl at a much more sedate pace. It seemed to urge me to take it back to the realm of speed and terror again but I guess its a case of living to kill another day. Looks like my GT-R had lunch before I did today.
Midnight Purple Godzilla
I was driving at my usual leisurely pace toward my lunchtime destination, when I was being confronted.. well confronted seems to be the right word here, given the lack of words dedicated to describe "disturbance from the rear of the vehicle" by a yellow Suzuki Swift Sport from behind. Going at the non-threatening pace of 70kmh in the middle lane, my GT-R rumbled a little along, not ready for any battles yet but hinting me of its prowess beneath its bonnet. The Swift may be gunning for the "tailgating a GT-R: bumper to bumper width" category Guinness record, but all I wanted was my lunch.
This Swift had enough of fun apparently, after coming to the sound decision that I was not going to engage him today. With a haughty little blow of his titanium tipped exhaust, he overtook me from the left while giving me a smirk.
Now, I would have let him go at that. But being overtaken and smirked at by a pimply teen with black rimmed glasses and crooked teeth was definitely not one of the reasons I bought this car. Heck the running in. Some gurus advocate the hard running in method anyway. Today I shall see if they are right.
Downshifted and revved. Did not really floor just in case the guys at Nissan were right (Don't rev it above 4k ah!).
The revs climbed with urgency as if the GT-R was telling me to set it free.
100kmh came and went in a blink. The Swift was looming closer and closer, and at some stage it tried to escape I think. The exhaust sound of the Swift grew in pathetic intensity, but like black death, the GT-R was relentless, closing upon and tearing pass the Swift with finality. I had a glimpse of the swift driver's countenance for that 0.5 seconds I passed him. It was as though he was frothing like a rabid dog whose bone snack was forcefully taken away from him by a bigger dog. A much bigger dog. 200kmh came and went too, to the same place the 100kmh went I guess. The GT-R was only gaining stride then, pulling me along like a composed thoroughbred stallion.
The Swift became just an infinitesimal speck in my rear view mirror. All was peaceful again. I calmed the beast down and put it back to prowl at a much more sedate pace. It seemed to urge me to take it back to the realm of speed and terror again but I guess its a case of living to kill another day. Looks like my GT-R had lunch before I did today.
Midnight Purple Godzilla
