SHIMBIMMER
Well-Known Member
My dear friend and college roommate is Alex Gurney - son of racing legend Dan Gurney. Alex and I shared many things in common over the years of living together in college. Unusual bonds over Domino's Pizza, Dr. Dre, mixtures of vodka alongside reading his weekly fax from Michael Schumacher (not kidding) and love for driving the canyons of western Boulder, Colorado where we went to college filled our banter. Like his dad, Alex is a gentleman in the parking lot and a villain behind the wheel. I've sat many days and nights as his passenger. Scary fast. I don't recommend it unless you're properly sedated or looking for the ultimate shot of adrenaline.
I bought my coupe to drive as much as I wanted it to be in my collection of art. I love the attention to detail in this forum about everything from drivetrain to the little gaps that settle in with hand built cars like these. Each and every one of you love these cars and I grow more in love with mine every day. That's why I drive it...like I stole it.
Tonight I piloted mine into the Marin Headlands and on into the depths of Northern California for a couple of hours. I was reminded of the spirit of my old college roommate (trust me - he knows how to drive) making me squirm like a little girl in the passenger seat of his TRD Celica back in Boulder. You have no idea what that car embodied after TRD/Gurney had a hand or ten on it. Our cars are built to drive. Scratches, cracks, rust, crust and more all go away when you're knee deep into a twisty along the ocean and feel that "piece of wood" as Murray has been quoted - thrust you into the seat with security and you look for the next.
I got home tonight after driving the living daylights out of mine to see this on my instrument panel. Cool as a cucumber, idle in heaven and gas burning like a wildfire - she was ready for ten hours more. Well, maybe an hour with that gas gauge.
Happy driving. Enjoy every dollar you spend on them.
Cheers,
Shimbo
I bought my coupe to drive as much as I wanted it to be in my collection of art. I love the attention to detail in this forum about everything from drivetrain to the little gaps that settle in with hand built cars like these. Each and every one of you love these cars and I grow more in love with mine every day. That's why I drive it...like I stole it.
Tonight I piloted mine into the Marin Headlands and on into the depths of Northern California for a couple of hours. I was reminded of the spirit of my old college roommate (trust me - he knows how to drive) making me squirm like a little girl in the passenger seat of his TRD Celica back in Boulder. You have no idea what that car embodied after TRD/Gurney had a hand or ten on it. Our cars are built to drive. Scratches, cracks, rust, crust and more all go away when you're knee deep into a twisty along the ocean and feel that "piece of wood" as Murray has been quoted - thrust you into the seat with security and you look for the next.
I got home tonight after driving the living daylights out of mine to see this on my instrument panel. Cool as a cucumber, idle in heaven and gas burning like a wildfire - she was ready for ten hours more. Well, maybe an hour with that gas gauge.
Happy driving. Enjoy every dollar you spend on them.
Cheers,
Shimbo