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  • Member For: 18y 3m 27d
  • Gender: Male
  • Location: Macksville NSW.

Back in 1972 I was a 17yr old kid washing cars at the local Ford dealers......

Now it so happens that they sponsored a Phase3 for Bob Skelton at the time and after Bathurst it just sat round the dealership for ages,......the mechanics just moved it around to get it out of the way......

As a young, confirmed, Ford nut, I drooled over it......paid particular attention when they fired it up.....asked heaps of questions about it to the mechanics......just about washed the stickers off it too.......

It became a kind of obsession, I had to have a skid in that car.....even if it was the last thing I ever did....but how?

Over a period of several weeks.....(this took planning you know).....I suggested to the sales manager that we could have all the cars clean earlier on Saturday mornings if I started at 6.00am instead of 8.ooam......and he bought it :sold:

This meant he had to give me a set of keys to the washbay....which, more importantly, also gave me access to the workshop where the car was stored...... :hmmm:

After making sure on the Friday that it had fuel, air in the tyres (it still had a set of old wets on it from Bathurst), and a battery charger on it all night......

At 6.00am the next morning I turned the key and it just lit up straight away.....at that hour of the morning.....Christ it was loud.....the clutch almost took two feet to use and the brake pedal was rock hard but felt like it had oil on the rotors (cold brakes) :Doh:

I must have stalled it 3 or 4 times trying to get it out of the driveway before doing a lap of the block ,, even taking it round to my mates house just to show him and prove that Id done it.....before a couple more laps of the block......then back to the workshop before going out and washing cars like crazy......

Might have even gotten away with it except for the old lady across the road complaining about the racket at that hour....... :bye:

Ive driven a few cars in 5o odd years here, but that car was just the biggest animal Ive ever had my backside in, smoked the bags at will....I never got it past third gear but even just that was enough :3gears:

For as long as I live.....I'll never forget that day :bowdown:

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  • Member For: 16y 9m 4d

Nicely done mate, passion + willingness to steal = win!

I think the freight train like acceleration of the new porsche turbo will always stick with me. I'd previously driven the 996 turbo, so when I came out of a corner one gear too high in the 997 I put my foot down expecting.... well, absolutely nothing for at least 10 seconds.

No lag, no bullsh*t, just shot forward like it was a v12. God I want to drive the new GT2!

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  • Member For: 20y 6m 7d
  • Location: Rockingham

Last year's holiday was a family drive from Rome to northern Portugal via southern France, Monaco and Spain in the new Renault laguna. Now that was fun and memorable enough, but the torquey 2 litre oil burner didn't quite make the same impression as the prancing horse from Maranello. It was a bit of a spiritual journey for me to visit the Ferrari factory and Museum.

After a great morning going through the Museum, we came out and spotted 2 parked nearby a souvenir shop, an F430 and an older 355 spider. Naturally, went for a sticky bik and sure enough there was a sign: 15 minutes for 80 Euro. Big smile on my face, told the missus I could forgo lunch for the next few days and went for a ride with the 430.

We got out of the carpark, into a quiet back street and the bloke driving it, just floored it in race mode, shifting just below redline, well north of 8K. I never asked if the car was his or stolen, I didn't really care at this point. I can never forget the wall of noise coming from the angry V8 sitting a few inches behind you. We topped well over 250, couldn't read the speedo with the vibration. Few corners later, we come to a petrol station, he puts fuel in and tells me I can drive now. And here I was thinking the $10 entry into Zelda's Strip club was good value!

For the next 20 minutes or so I got to punt $400K worth of Enzo's finest each way I wanted, in the quiet backstreets of Modena. He told me which way to go and left the driving to me. The car just felt so violent and angry that I probably left part of my fingernails stuck in the magnificent steering wheel. The F1 box was/is superb - sorry to break it to those with the ZF, but it is too s-l-o-w :blush:

Needless to say, I had a grin on my face you could not wipe off for the next month. The missus also made a comment about me giggling like a little school girl when I walked out. My pilgrimage to the holiest of Meccas was complete. :blink:

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