Friday, December 21, 2007

Cold Air.

There is something particularly enjoyable about driving a sports car in cold weather. With steam coming out of my mouth and hands shaking, when I turn the key on my Vette, the growl emitted from the 4 tailpipes is raspier, meaner. With throttle application the same sentiments are accentuated, and once I’m rolling, even more so. The combination of slightly increased power (colder air = denser = stronger combustion) and less traction (cold rubber and concrete = less traction) gives me a much greater sensation of power through the gas pedal, available in all gears.

It’s a shame that I’m so addicted to Vettes and sports cars in general. Life would be much easier and money would be much less wasted if I were content to drive around a Chevy Aveo or something of the sort. But then, life would also be less interesting...

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Blogger Christopher J. Bottaro said...

Amen to that, brother!

9:47 PM  

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