I had a dream once,
I was driving up a curvy on-ramp, about to get on the expressway. As I did so, I had a twitch in my right foot that wouldn't go away; I had to do something about it. Going about 40mph up through the sloping curves, I was riding in third gear.
As the turn broadened, I could see what layed out before me: a crystal lit highway, stretching as far as I could see. Inticing.
So, my foot was resting, crested against the acc pedal; leg muscles tense.
"Go for it, DO it!" My mind was rapping, heart pumping. I had to.
I slowly pushed my foot harder and harder against the firewall. The boost gauge rises, then rests, as oil pressure sweeps. Adrenaline peaks as the tach needle hurdles toward the red... Time to shift.
Third gear is gone now. Not yet to fourth, my heart skips a beat, as boost temperarily fades, bleed into a diverted whoosh. A glimpse in my rearview, headlights too far back to recognize; a friend and his Mustang, struggling. Lock the gears in place and charge the air, i'm not giving up yet. 4th.
RPMs rise again, halted and reversed from it's brief fall. Pulling harder and harder, the engine gallops, fed by a charged ambience. Just as before, needles dance and rise. Fourth gear is devoured. Time for fifth? Of course, where else would I take it.
I shifted to fifth at a modest speed, and held back my iron foot. Taking in the feeling, I looked down to focus on the gauges in front of me. Between the green glow of my column mounted vitals, I felt and absence of LEDs. My front mounted R/D was switched off. It was time to back-off.
Luckily, all was well.
And don't ask why I typed it like it did, haha idk either. I guess I wanted it to sound interesting, since 120 isn't all that special.
Mods 90T R154 3.73 50/R16 on MKIV N/As:
stock rebuild, K&N drop in, stock ct on it's way out, boosting 9-10lbs, Rerouted DDP, test pipe, tanabe SMH, Greddy PFSBII EBC, remote filter thermo'd oil curcuit w/ B&M cooler.
