FD stands for Fantastic Drive
FD stands for Fantastic Drive
Well, it has been about a month now since I bought the FD. Like everyone else I have always wanted one of these, but in no ways could ever spend $45 large for a sports car.
The best part of my day is driving to work. 25 miles up a windy road, full of gentle truns to the left and the right. Most of which require slight braking with a normal car, but no so with an FD. She can take any curve at any speed. Today was extremely nice.
Car warms up in the garage and I drag the garbage to the curb with anticipation to jump in and get on the road. Oh yes, the FD does something inside a car nut, like anxiety in a sports fan before the big game, or like that feeling you get when you meet that girl of your dreams and she says yes to a date. It is not just a drive, but an experience. There is a plethora of senses that take place. The acceleration, the feel, the wind, the sound ----- zoom zoom zoom describes it quite well.
It is five miles to the turn off where this car's merits will be excersized. In preparation, the greatest road tune of all time in inserted in the fully functioning CD player; AC/DC's Shoot the Thrill. To drive this highway it will take from tune 2 to tune 7, which effectively gets you through Back in Black. This reveals my age, but some things are actually timeless, like the lines on this car and American culture that ensnares the young racers at heart.
The air is cool and damp. Not bad for boosting. There is a slight fog hanging over the trees. The remnants of last week's hurricane have set the stage for a beautiful morning's drive. The windows and sunroof down, with no direct sunlight makes for a comfortable cockpit, not too hot.
A check of the gauges shows good oil pressure and temperature. As the first curve comes up, you sense your speed. Not too fast, don't want to pile this gal up into a heap of shrapnel. That would ruin and otherwise perfect morning made in heaven. A tap on the brakes, into the curve and then an explosion of thrust, turbos spooling, boost at 8 psi.... I can feel the seat press hard against my back as I enter the realm of ecstasy. If only this could last...
A particularly fun curve lies ahead. It is an 'S' over the top of a hill. Not one to be taken dangerously. The FD navigates such things as if to say "....that was fun. Can we do that again?" She tells the driver, "let's go faster". It is always "let's go faster" with this car. Every second gear shift is a little nudge, a hint perhaps, that suggests there is more where that came from.
It is not long before town lies in front of me and string of non-cool people line up ahead in a single file stack of yuppie mobiles. Mindless drones they are, on their way to prison. Getting to work for them is a necessary evil. An intial tax you pay to feed the monkey for 9 hours. They drive SUV's, pickups, and datsuns... Rust buckets, 4 wheelers, whatever it takes. There is even one jacked up Nova with butt ugly wheels... I think to myself NOVA spelled backwards is Avon. These lemmings have no clue. They slow to a snail's pace and snake along the highway as if to delay getting to work. Not a minute before, heaven forbid. They hate their lives.....they have never driven an FD.
Then I see the man up ahead. No good thing can come from a meeting of Indiana's finest and my Chaste White girlfriend. I decide passing is out of the question. My last high speed award was $105. Money much better spent on performance parts or weapons......or food for that matter. I figure I am now in ghetto cruiser mode until the end of my journey. Give the man no invitation to check my ride. A quick check of the water temp again to verify she has not let me down. Another good romp in the park comes to an end.
I park her on the side of the lot, away from the drones. They zip in, run to the door, as if to make an impression on the blind management, ever in pursuit of the elusive carrot. There is an area of the lot for cool people. The firebird guy parks there along with the black Supra. The is a hidden code among the cool. I see them carefully park. I know they are safe around my baby. I know they would sitck up for her if some rif raff were near by. I would do the same for them, even though I do not know them.
Only two hours to lunch time...man I am ate up to write such a thing...
The best part of my day is driving to work. 25 miles up a windy road, full of gentle truns to the left and the right. Most of which require slight braking with a normal car, but no so with an FD. She can take any curve at any speed. Today was extremely nice.
Car warms up in the garage and I drag the garbage to the curb with anticipation to jump in and get on the road. Oh yes, the FD does something inside a car nut, like anxiety in a sports fan before the big game, or like that feeling you get when you meet that girl of your dreams and she says yes to a date. It is not just a drive, but an experience. There is a plethora of senses that take place. The acceleration, the feel, the wind, the sound ----- zoom zoom zoom describes it quite well.
It is five miles to the turn off where this car's merits will be excersized. In preparation, the greatest road tune of all time in inserted in the fully functioning CD player; AC/DC's Shoot the Thrill. To drive this highway it will take from tune 2 to tune 7, which effectively gets you through Back in Black. This reveals my age, but some things are actually timeless, like the lines on this car and American culture that ensnares the young racers at heart.
The air is cool and damp. Not bad for boosting. There is a slight fog hanging over the trees. The remnants of last week's hurricane have set the stage for a beautiful morning's drive. The windows and sunroof down, with no direct sunlight makes for a comfortable cockpit, not too hot.
A check of the gauges shows good oil pressure and temperature. As the first curve comes up, you sense your speed. Not too fast, don't want to pile this gal up into a heap of shrapnel. That would ruin and otherwise perfect morning made in heaven. A tap on the brakes, into the curve and then an explosion of thrust, turbos spooling, boost at 8 psi.... I can feel the seat press hard against my back as I enter the realm of ecstasy. If only this could last...
A particularly fun curve lies ahead. It is an 'S' over the top of a hill. Not one to be taken dangerously. The FD navigates such things as if to say "....that was fun. Can we do that again?" She tells the driver, "let's go faster". It is always "let's go faster" with this car. Every second gear shift is a little nudge, a hint perhaps, that suggests there is more where that came from.
It is not long before town lies in front of me and string of non-cool people line up ahead in a single file stack of yuppie mobiles. Mindless drones they are, on their way to prison. Getting to work for them is a necessary evil. An intial tax you pay to feed the monkey for 9 hours. They drive SUV's, pickups, and datsuns... Rust buckets, 4 wheelers, whatever it takes. There is even one jacked up Nova with butt ugly wheels... I think to myself NOVA spelled backwards is Avon. These lemmings have no clue. They slow to a snail's pace and snake along the highway as if to delay getting to work. Not a minute before, heaven forbid. They hate their lives.....they have never driven an FD.
Then I see the man up ahead. No good thing can come from a meeting of Indiana's finest and my Chaste White girlfriend. I decide passing is out of the question. My last high speed award was $105. Money much better spent on performance parts or weapons......or food for that matter. I figure I am now in ghetto cruiser mode until the end of my journey. Give the man no invitation to check my ride. A quick check of the water temp again to verify she has not let me down. Another good romp in the park comes to an end.
I park her on the side of the lot, away from the drones. They zip in, run to the door, as if to make an impression on the blind management, ever in pursuit of the elusive carrot. There is an area of the lot for cool people. The firebird guy parks there along with the black Supra. The is a hidden code among the cool. I see them carefully park. I know they are safe around my baby. I know they would sitck up for her if some rif raff were near by. I would do the same for them, even though I do not know them.
Only two hours to lunch time...man I am ate up to write such a thing...
Hehe - awesome. I always say that people don't post "normal" days with their car, just when the car breaks, which gives a false impression that the car always is broken down, as that's all that's posted about it
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I'm lovin' my FD big time too!
Dale
.I'm lovin' my FD big time too!
Dale
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haha damn this is a first
let me guess dude, this is not about the fd at all..
you got laid didnt you? i bet you even tried a couple new positions right? dont be bashful, you can tell us
let me guess dude, this is not about the fd at all..
you got laid didnt you? i bet you even tried a couple new positions right? dont be bashful, you can tell us
what are you talking about dude. nah shes always like "you love your car more than you love me" and my reply is always. "i love my car and i love you, but its a different kind of love that i have for my car, than the love i have for you. lets just leave it at that"
road head and boosting is great!
road head and boosting is great!
we havnt boned in about a week cuz shes got owned by her period but she gets off today i believe. so that means double time to catch up on things. except we got into the biggest depressing/stressful arguements last night. things are going to feel kinda awkward today but oh well.... i still have my red lady....
Thats exactly the way I felt about goin to work in my FD. Just driving the car to work would automatically make the day better. I'd even go out for drives @ 12 in the AM. "my midnight snack" I can't wait till its back up and running!!
Originally Posted by Jdot
Thats exactly the way I felt about goin to work in my FD. Just driving the car to work would automatically make the day better. I'd even go out for drives @ 12 in the AM. "my midnight snack" I can't wait till its back up and running!! 

i always go out for "midnight snacks" when im bored and nothing to do. theyre great!
Man, you've got to come south to do some driving... About an hour point five from Carmel..
If you go west of Columbus to Brown County, there are some great roads. Hwy 135 runs from Nashville to Brownstown. Perfect for the FD. Lot of curves. You wouldn't want to drive real fast. Hwy 11 is fair, south of Columbus. 46 to Bloomington is cool but heavily traveled - not as curvy. Also driving down through Hoosier National Forest through English is quite picturesque with a lot of different terrain. 135 is by far the curviest. You can get motion sick just putsing along at 45.
Trouble with southern Indiana is that the trees sometimes grow right on the shoulder of the road. They do not cut 'em, especially in the forest. Not something you want to chance.
If you go west of Columbus to Brown County, there are some great roads. Hwy 135 runs from Nashville to Brownstown. Perfect for the FD. Lot of curves. You wouldn't want to drive real fast. Hwy 11 is fair, south of Columbus. 46 to Bloomington is cool but heavily traveled - not as curvy. Also driving down through Hoosier National Forest through English is quite picturesque with a lot of different terrain. 135 is by far the curviest. You can get motion sick just putsing along at 45.
Trouble with southern Indiana is that the trees sometimes grow right on the shoulder of the road. They do not cut 'em, especially in the forest. Not something you want to chance.
hey manny,did you get your starter fixed? I wished i was still in pa up in the mountains.Driving up there is a blast compared to sc.All the roads are straight here ,and there are more cops down here driving every unmarked car you can think of.I once raced rocket ismail of ND and nfl fame on 81 n going up to scranton.I was in my modded tII he was in a nice 93 sl 600 benz.





