Sunday, January 25, 2009'♥
Anybody who reads this blog other than igeek, please ignore this post.
In front of you is the new U.S Spec Nissan GT-R. Gunmetal grey, right off the Nissan factory floor. You climb into the car, narrowly missing the beam by a centimeter. You grimace in pain as you sit on the rock hard bucket seats. You see a cheap, plastic looking starter button. You press it. The V6 coughs into life, damn, it sounds like a diesel. You look around the cabin. A very leathery feel. The screen for the computer functions looks like it came of a 19th century railway train. The air condition blows at you through small vents. And all of a sudden, you're at the Tsukuba circuit in Japan. You set the cars traction management system and scream in fury as the "diesel" car launches from 0-62 in 18 years. The first corner, the whole car shudders under braking and the massive forces make the car spin out. And then again. And then again. And when you finally can control it, you end up 2 inches away from the edge of the track and moving a 50mph sideways. Oh dear, is this the pinnacle of Japanese sports cars... On the road, SatNav woman keeps interrupting your Sunday drive. You run over a small rock, and because of the super stiff suspension, you end up with chronic backache. The Bose sound system warbles out some music but cannot be heard over the din in the cabin. Thanks to the overly eager rubber at the back. You need 13 tyre changes to reach from Miami to Jacksonville. And then you die because you hired a chauffeur and decide to sit in the microscopic seats at the back. God help Japan .
&down the streets of new york.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
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