Preparing for the war with robots since 1990.
Today I got to drive a Porsche Boxster S. If I were not so concerned with potentially killing a cyclist or something around one of the many, many blind corners on the few winding roads in Boise I might have pushed it as hard as possible, you know? Allowed myself to break loose on some of the turns and do some real driving. Instead I kept it at about 70-90mph when I could, and oddly enough the speed felt slow. Like slow motion-slow. All I could sense was the road through the wheel and the growling through the seat.
The car had so much more power that I could feel. I couldn’t use any of it. Still, it was such a pleasure to drive.
Hunter S. Thompson (via larmoyante)