Can someone name the top 20 reasons to own an S2k? Try to be creative, please.
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Allow me to quote from an old post of mine:
I recently picked up an infiniti fx35. Its a terrific car, but this isnt the infiniti forum, so I wont get into it. Anyway, I went to LA over the weekend, in the FX, with trips to Laguna, Long Beach......lots and lots of seat time.I drove it all day yesterday too, and when I got home late last night I looked at my S, and thought "why the hell not?"
Slide into the form fitting seat, and the car hugs you tightly, as if its glad to see you again. Turn the key, and the fuel pump whines a greeting. The red button beckons.........a quick push, and the car shakes as it comes to life, idling at 2000rpms. The silence in the quiet garage is shattered by the whirring F20C, with the subtle whistle of the blower over the sound of the engine. Flick the headlights on, shift to reverse.......holy cow, talk about a short throw!
Back out of the garage, onto the street, caressing the throttle, straight to the gas station. 27 bucks to fill the er up!!!!!!! These gas prices have got to go.
Back on the street, all systems normal. Stop at a light, and despite the cold outside, flip the latches and hit the switch. 6 seconds later, the S2k is the way it was meant to be, the razor sharp streetfighter vert. Angular, gleaming gunmetal in the glow of the street lights.
Fully warmed up, down the street to the 880 south, and I give it a little throttle at the light before the entrace (looping 270 degree onramp). The s2k leaps forward, building speed with the almost forgotten surge of swelling power. Into third on the ramp, and then a perfect heel and toe downshift to second without upsetting the cars balance. THe f20 is working now, and the mechanical clatter is drowning out everything else. A quick adjustment of the 1500 watt soundsystem changes that.........and Metallica "For whom the bell tolls, symphony edition" shatters the night.
Out of the ramp, merging on the freeway, and Im still in second. Bury the throttle, right under the road I had just come off of, and the exhaust bounces off the walls and back into the cabin, the screaming wail of 300+ horses uncorked in the span of a half second. The car surges like a speedboat in second. You can almost feel the nose coming up under boost. Im planted back in my seat, a grin ear to ear.
Grab third a hair early, at 8400, and the relentless surge continues. Shift into 4th, then sixth at 80, and the madness ceases temporarily. But Im not done yet. I wait for some cars to pass and make some room, and Im down to 60 now, I downshift to fourth, and then NAIL a perfect downshift to third, matching the revs perfectly and rolling into the throttle.
Wow.
The s2k pitches forward as if it were shot out of a canon. The speedo climbs so fast its going in incredments of 3, no, 4mph. This is a drug! Shift into fourth, and the seemingly never ending well of power continues to serve up blistering acceleration......Im into triple digit speeds, time to slow down....
Coming up on the automall exit, and I see the three lane exit onto a four lane road is completely and utterly empty......downshift to second, and pitch the car into the turn........the s2k holds, and then breaks away gently into a sliding, 50 yard drift............perfection in motion. I straighten the car, and lay into the throttle, and its back onto the on ramp, taking no prisoners this time, in vtec in second, feeling the car itching to break away, holding it at the fine edge of traction....the ramp straightens, I find the boost, and with a howl, Im gone into the night.
There is NO other.
I recently picked up an infiniti fx35. Its a terrific car, but this isnt the infiniti forum, so I wont get into it. Anyway, I went to LA over the weekend, in the FX, with trips to Laguna, Long Beach......lots and lots of seat time.I drove it all day yesterday too, and when I got home late last night I looked at my S, and thought "why the hell not?"
Slide into the form fitting seat, and the car hugs you tightly, as if its glad to see you again. Turn the key, and the fuel pump whines a greeting. The red button beckons.........a quick push, and the car shakes as it comes to life, idling at 2000rpms. The silence in the quiet garage is shattered by the whirring F20C, with the subtle whistle of the blower over the sound of the engine. Flick the headlights on, shift to reverse.......holy cow, talk about a short throw!
Back out of the garage, onto the street, caressing the throttle, straight to the gas station. 27 bucks to fill the er up!!!!!!! These gas prices have got to go.
Back on the street, all systems normal. Stop at a light, and despite the cold outside, flip the latches and hit the switch. 6 seconds later, the S2k is the way it was meant to be, the razor sharp streetfighter vert. Angular, gleaming gunmetal in the glow of the street lights.
Fully warmed up, down the street to the 880 south, and I give it a little throttle at the light before the entrace (looping 270 degree onramp). The s2k leaps forward, building speed with the almost forgotten surge of swelling power. Into third on the ramp, and then a perfect heel and toe downshift to second without upsetting the cars balance. THe f20 is working now, and the mechanical clatter is drowning out everything else. A quick adjustment of the 1500 watt soundsystem changes that.........and Metallica "For whom the bell tolls, symphony edition" shatters the night.
Out of the ramp, merging on the freeway, and Im still in second. Bury the throttle, right under the road I had just come off of, and the exhaust bounces off the walls and back into the cabin, the screaming wail of 300+ horses uncorked in the span of a half second. The car surges like a speedboat in second. You can almost feel the nose coming up under boost. Im planted back in my seat, a grin ear to ear.
Grab third a hair early, at 8400, and the relentless surge continues. Shift into 4th, then sixth at 80, and the madness ceases temporarily. But Im not done yet. I wait for some cars to pass and make some room, and Im down to 60 now, I downshift to fourth, and then NAIL a perfect downshift to third, matching the revs perfectly and rolling into the throttle.
Wow.
The s2k pitches forward as if it were shot out of a canon. The speedo climbs so fast its going in incredments of 3, no, 4mph. This is a drug! Shift into fourth, and the seemingly never ending well of power continues to serve up blistering acceleration......Im into triple digit speeds, time to slow down....
Coming up on the automall exit, and I see the three lane exit onto a four lane road is completely and utterly empty......downshift to second, and pitch the car into the turn........the s2k holds, and then breaks away gently into a sliding, 50 yard drift............perfection in motion. I straighten the car, and lay into the throttle, and its back onto the on ramp, taking no prisoners this time, in vtec in second, feeling the car itching to break away, holding it at the fine edge of traction....the ramp straightens, I find the boost, and with a howl, Im gone into the night.
There is NO other.
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