I feel better after yesterday’s fiasco. Especially after taking L&C’s S2000 out for a spin. This is not to say that I am so easily bought/appeased by a sports car (although I must admit that would be VERY hard to turn a nose up at) (and the car isn’t even that person’s). We have become expert at pretending things never happened (but thats a story for another day). After a great time of catching up and being intro’d to an amazing new consignment store (GREAT finds!!), we returned to L’s house to play GT5 on PS3 (pleasantly realistic, for a videogame) and Costco creme brulee (also pleasantly close to the real, chef-made deal). C was doing some maintenance on his baby (read: S2000), and L, remembering my love for said baby, offered to let me take it for a spin. Needless to say, there was much squealing on my part. We caught a rare patch of non-rain/snow/hail and headed out (crazy weather today, as expected for Calgary I s’pose).
That car is a thing of beauty: engine, handling, looks and all. I do not presume to know all the specs, but this is what I do know and experienced:
- 250 hp in contrast to my ’93 Civic’s 109 hp.
- The VROOM that matches the hp (my lil Civic with it’s hole in the muffler also makes a VROOM. But its all bark and no bite).
- Honda’s trademark smooth gear box.
- The dinky lil gear shift that you can flip backwards and forwards with a twitch of the hand.
- Going from 0-60 km/h in about 4 seconds on first gear.
- Speeding because you don’t even realize that you’ve reached and surpassed the speed limit two minutes ago.
- With top down, the amazing phenomenon of no blind spots.
- The sensitive handling.
- The sheer joy of power and speed in your hands.
Gosh I wish I could drop 40 grand (give or take a couple grand) on a baby like this.