Is that how you drive an S2000?
#21
i weave through traffic like my life depended on it. i also race every car that looks super fast. i love racing cars with big wings. then i go to canyons and drift around bicyclists. after a long day of fun adrenaline, i vtec it back and forth infront of the police station.
#22
Originally Posted by geoff2005,Mar 31 2007, 12:18 PM
i weave through traffic like my life depended on it. i also race every car that looks super fast. i love racing cars with big wings. then i go to canyons and drift around bicyclists. after a long day of fun adrenaline, i vtec it back and forth infront of the police station.
#25
Yeah I granny my S a lot too, I might hit VTEC once per cruise. I'm kind of afraid to take a corner too sharp as I am not accustomed to RWD quite yet and the last thing I want to do is curb or put my S in a ditch.
#27
Originally Posted by aldo90731,Mar 31 2007, 09:00 AM
The beauty of the S2000 is that it has distinctive split personality: lets me drive like an old lady or like a teenager. Few other cars allow you to do that.
<6K = Great gas mileage car.
>6K = Great true sports car for the streets.
#28
Originally Posted by Emil St-Hilaire,Mar 31 2007, 09:51 AM
Keep this kind of behavior for the track.
I get really pissed off at people trying to race me on populated public streets. It is immature, irresponsible, wreckless, and just plain stupid.
I had 2 teenagers in daddy's vette (or daddy's money's vette) follow me around town trying to coax me into racing on wet roads in a populated area. I finally had enough. They pulled up alongside revving the engine and yelling out the window...and I swerved hard at them pulling up just short of their door. The driver swerved to avoid and then over corrected leaving his vette backwards in the middle of the road.
#29
Originally Posted by Maskdman3,Mar 31 2007, 07:49 PM
I get really pissed off at people trying to race me on populated public streets. It is immature, irresponsible, wreckless, and just plain stupid.
I had 2 teenagers in daddy's vette (or daddy's money's vette) follow me around town trying to coax me into racing on wet roads in a populated area. I finally had enough. They pulled up alongside revving the engine and yelling out the window...and I swerved hard at them pulling up just short of their door. The driver swerved to avoid and then over corrected leaving his vette backwards in the middle of the road.