[s-cars] '95 //S6 for sale!!

[Paul Krasusky]

Yes, you got it folks.  My beloved '95 //S6 is for sale.  First $110,000.00
takes it...

OK, so now my post is //S related (and long too!)...

Last night became a milestone in life, the night my bud brought over his
very own '95 for me to drive...  yes folks, the '95 F355 Spyder.
OMF'NG!!!!!!!!  Simply put...  ga----GNAR---LYYYY!!!!!!  Along with the sale
of my //S6, my soul also happens to be for sale as well.

MUUuuuWAAAaaaaHAAaahHAhahahahahahaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It isn't everyday that someone let's you sit in their supercar, let alone
DRIVE IT.  Needless to say I made myself available regardless of
obligations.  Heck, a nukewar wouldn't have deterred me.  My wife somehow
understood my 11:30 p.m. return...

Again, this is a silver '95 six speed, black top, and stunning red gut.  Red
against silver is a striking combo.  7,200 miles.  Oh, and it didn't suck
that my other idiot bud's were strangely magnetized to my house for the
meeting with the now-broken-in '02 ///M3 and a '92 500E...  like bug's to a
zapper (just for you, Joe Pizzo!).

Starting her up begins a tumultuous idle, almost sounds similar to a car
with a "Turbo Timer" equipped to rev it above idle for a brief period,
lumbering @ 1,000 with an idle suggesting total calamity.  And loud

As the car was up to temperature when I pulled out, driving it was
surprisingly easy.  No fussy clutch.  No temperamental idle.  Nothing.
Rowing 1st through third @ 9:00 at night with the top down on a back country
road is utterly indescribable.  I was getting to know the car, so shifts
were clean, smooth, and speeds were slow.  The 2 other idiots followed me in
their cars to the highway, like The Pied Piper leading a flock of fools,
just to get a listen to the V8 @ WOT and get a shot at 'foolin around' with
us.

That's right.  I didn't just get to 'drive' the F355.

Nope.

I got to _F_L_O_G_ that Evil Italian Bitchtemptress and give her the
slapping she'd begged for, yeah baby YEAH!

Piloting such a machine is beyond amazing.  The car is unmistakably docile,
tractable, and extremely non-invasive / intrusive for normal everyday
driving.  This surprised me, my //S6 and my previous ///M5 left me SORE all
over after a good 'workout', much more brutal.  The Italian is more akin to
donning your casual Armani and going for a refreshing cocktail.

Steering feel is telepathic, expected in a car mit no motor over the fronts.
Braking is downright outrageous, yet almost uneventful.  Much different
pedal feel than any 911 I've driven or my //S mit 993 cal's.  Throttle
response is as sharp as you'd anticipate, and matching rev's for downshifts
and hustling the mid engine around the on-ramp made me feel like Shumacher.
OK, not quite.

The power curve is extremely linear down low, with constant steady surge,
all the while the top down allows the motor behind you to talk dirty in your
ears.  This is up and until 6,500, whereby freakin' Clash of the Titans
begins.  The sound from 6,500 to 8,500 is simply giggleinducing.  I shudder
just thinking of it.

The 3 of us toyed around for a few a good stretch of 84, and picked up 384
where you've got to go under and through 2 sets of longish bridges, on a
nice flat sweeping left.  Downshift 5th brapbraaap, 4th,
BraBRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaa through both 'tunnels'.  WOW.  That needs to be said
again.  WOW.  I found myself randomly giggling like a school girl.  Playing
cat 'n mouse with the M3 and 500E was beyond fun, each taking turns to blow
the others' skirt WAY up as we streaked by.

On the way home there is an exit which contains a one-laner, old-style
brownstone tunnel, with a stop @ each end for one car to go through at a
time.  He instructed me to stop, confirm no cars, and just riiiiiPPPP
through it in 1st.  I tell you this.  8,500 RPMs of fine Italian cacophonous
WAIL enshrouds you then penetrates you to the core in a way not much else
could manage.  They should sell that as a sound track.  That would be
great, to go along with a cologne made from the fine aroma fuming from the 4
pipes.  We could call it a 'gift set'...

I told Brian he'd have to pry my cold dead hands off the wheel, but
realistically it was getting late, the speeds were, er, well, and my fun
would soon end.  He assured me "the car's not going anywhere", meaning
maybe, just maybe, there could be a repeat occurrence in my future?  Even if
not, that's with me for life.  I encourage you to befriend an owner local to
you this morning, now, and do the same, heheheheheheheheheheh...  Paulie
like.  Paulie want.  Paulie going insane at the thought...

-Paul who had major issues before which are now officially considered
CLINICAL Krasusky
CT