Post your favorite moment with your S2000!!
#23
I was born and raised in downeast Maine, and I spent nearly 90% of my life near the "salt air" provided by nearby oceans (see sig). As a boy growing up on the Atlantic Ocean in downeast Maine, there was a point on Route 1A when you would crest at the top of a hill coming into the seacoast village of my youth and POW! You would get hit with that sudden drop in temperature and especially that scent. Hard to explain for the land crabs out there who think lakes are oceans but the scent of the Atlantic whipping up a frothy mixture of salt and sea and slamming it into your face on a late summer's day....well, it just doesn't get any better than that for a man who comes from a family tree of mariners.
The first time I drove my S2000 home to Maine I had the top down and didn't think much of creasting that hill. I was too busy wondering if the tire gel I had applied hours ago (you don't pull into my old man's driveway with a dirty car....don't even think about it) was sticking to the side (thanks to a coat of Zymol it wasn't). Tooling along at about 65mph the temps were probably in the high 70's when I hit that crest and you guessed it...POW! It was like getting punched in the face by the ancient mariner himself. If Hemingway had been riding shotgun it couldn't have gotten any more poignant. At that moment, the years of growing up near the ocean, the late-night baseball games we all played as kids when it was so dark, the telephone pole lights would come on (two more innings!) and mom would be hollering at us "it's dark, now get inside!" Well, the S2000 brought those memories home in an instant. Oh sure, it creates new ones just about every week but for me, it was the crest of that one hill and the instant reminder of times and innocence long since forgotten that "brought it home" for me. With a coupe, that crest in the road would have simply been just another hill but more importantly, a missed opportunity for one more trip down memory lane.
The first time I drove my S2000 home to Maine I had the top down and didn't think much of creasting that hill. I was too busy wondering if the tire gel I had applied hours ago (you don't pull into my old man's driveway with a dirty car....don't even think about it) was sticking to the side (thanks to a coat of Zymol it wasn't). Tooling along at about 65mph the temps were probably in the high 70's when I hit that crest and you guessed it...POW! It was like getting punched in the face by the ancient mariner himself. If Hemingway had been riding shotgun it couldn't have gotten any more poignant. At that moment, the years of growing up near the ocean, the late-night baseball games we all played as kids when it was so dark, the telephone pole lights would come on (two more innings!) and mom would be hollering at us "it's dark, now get inside!" Well, the S2000 brought those memories home in an instant. Oh sure, it creates new ones just about every week but for me, it was the crest of that one hill and the instant reminder of times and innocence long since forgotten that "brought it home" for me. With a coupe, that crest in the road would have simply been just another hill but more importantly, a missed opportunity for one more trip down memory lane.