Re: whats the deal???? (browngirl)
I've only felt three things that compare to driving the C: my wife's love, my stepdaughter's love and riding my CBR1000 on the distant side of 160MPH. Nothing else even comes close.
There's a bond between flesh and non-flesh. When the car is right and my mind is right (like that ever happens!
) there is a synergy -- almost a symbiotic relationship. She (Lucy - my C) seems to know what I need, when I need it. Then it's up to me to know her well enough to tell her (in the right way) how to do what I want her to do.
It sounds complicated (and a little sick when I sit here and read it) but it's really not. The connection is just at such a basic level that it's hard to put into words.
Perhaps it's best summed up by my wife: She *will not* let me sell the C or stop racing her because of the look on my face every time I get out of the car. It's amazing.
Good luck!