Hey, just wondering if anyone is enjoying driving their SE w. PP as much as me?
What's been your most pleasurable "everyday" driving experience? Embarrassing?
Well, I've already posted about my most "satisfying" experience, but today I had a real pleasure. This moring I made a 50 mile run out to the island. On the way back I was crusing in the fast lane when I came upon a black BWM 330ci on my right (this was a 4 laner).
It was being held up by a slower car and as I approached I could tell it wanted to jump into my lane, but I was coming too fast, so it waited and move in behind me.
This being Long Island, i.e., New York City, "Land of the Big Swinging D**k", where everyone's in a hurry and fast, expensive cars are everywhere, I expected the bimmer to jump out and try to pass me, in my lowly Sentra, at its earliest opportunity.
But, I was already in a driving mood, I was in the fast lane and I was in front! Sooo, away we go! Mind you we weren't racing, this was just everyday commuter driving. You know, will everyone please get out of my way--I've got places to go, people to see--I've got to get to WORK!
I pushed my baby up easily to the 80-85 range and together BMW and I drove the fast lane. When I came upon a slower moving vehicle, in lock-step unisom we moved to the right, passed, and moved back into the fast lane. I took it as a measure of respect that the bimmer didn't even think of passing, but accepted my lead.
Nothing exciting, just the simple pleasure of hanging with "The Ulitmate Driving Machine"! A couple of weeks ago, twice I followed a bimmer into the city. I take a distinct pleasure in how effortlessly my little $17,000 commuter hangs with $40-60k machines.
Here's my most embarrsing story:
Its late morning, I'm entering a 4 lane highway, feeling my SE oats. Determiningly, I make my way across the highway headed for the fast lane, but I get stuck behind a slow mover just as I want to change into the fast lane.
I check my driver side mirror, I see the reflection of a, mean, red, front end, easing up on my left, looks foreign.
Doesn't seem to be moving that fast, so its either brake or jump. I jump! Nothing dangerous, just a bit agressive, as in please get out of my "Big Swinging Radium D**K" way--thank you. Hehehe...
A-hole!!! That's not me talking, its the guy with the mean foreign looking front end. You know the kind, wide, low and RED!
Well, ahhh...where was I? Oh, yeah, I jumped into the left lane, squeezing steadily down on the accelerator. My sweet little torquey SE is pushing past 80 w/o a hiccup. Power on demand!
Time to check the rearview, make sure I've put a little distance between me and RED, before I slow down a little and settle into the FAST lane.
Ahhhh...what's that Ford sticker doing in my mirror?? Where'sss RED? Periperal vision says, Look Right. Ahhh...RED...is that you? "No. It was me--A**hole!"
I think I may have annonyed RED.
RED passes me, while I'm STILL accelerating, with the kind of ease reserved for Albatosses in flight. (You know, those birds with like a 30 foot wingspan, that can glide for days while expending virtually no energy.) In other words, RED passes me without effort and with an equal amount of thought--NONE!
Talk about embarassed. I don't know what RED was, either a moded out Corvette or a Ferrari, but I do know he was gone....
Big Swinging D**k, looks like he just got out of the pool.
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2001 SE Auto PP Radium
Someboday Slap Me Pleaseee - For not getting a Manual Transmission
[This message has been edited by SentraMan (edited February 16, 2001).]
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What's been your most pleasurable "everyday" driving experience? Embarrassing?
Well, I've already posted about my most "satisfying" experience, but today I had a real pleasure. This moring I made a 50 mile run out to the island. On the way back I was crusing in the fast lane when I came upon a black BWM 330ci on my right (this was a 4 laner).
It was being held up by a slower car and as I approached I could tell it wanted to jump into my lane, but I was coming too fast, so it waited and move in behind me.
This being Long Island, i.e., New York City, "Land of the Big Swinging D**k", where everyone's in a hurry and fast, expensive cars are everywhere, I expected the bimmer to jump out and try to pass me, in my lowly Sentra, at its earliest opportunity.
But, I was already in a driving mood, I was in the fast lane and I was in front! Sooo, away we go! Mind you we weren't racing, this was just everyday commuter driving. You know, will everyone please get out of my way--I've got places to go, people to see--I've got to get to WORK!
I pushed my baby up easily to the 80-85 range and together BMW and I drove the fast lane. When I came upon a slower moving vehicle, in lock-step unisom we moved to the right, passed, and moved back into the fast lane. I took it as a measure of respect that the bimmer didn't even think of passing, but accepted my lead.
Nothing exciting, just the simple pleasure of hanging with "The Ulitmate Driving Machine"! A couple of weeks ago, twice I followed a bimmer into the city. I take a distinct pleasure in how effortlessly my little $17,000 commuter hangs with $40-60k machines.
Here's my most embarrsing story:
Its late morning, I'm entering a 4 lane highway, feeling my SE oats. Determiningly, I make my way across the highway headed for the fast lane, but I get stuck behind a slow mover just as I want to change into the fast lane.
I check my driver side mirror, I see the reflection of a, mean, red, front end, easing up on my left, looks foreign.
Doesn't seem to be moving that fast, so its either brake or jump. I jump! Nothing dangerous, just a bit agressive, as in please get out of my "Big Swinging Radium D**K" way--thank you. Hehehe...
A-hole!!! That's not me talking, its the guy with the mean foreign looking front end. You know the kind, wide, low and RED!
Well, ahhh...where was I? Oh, yeah, I jumped into the left lane, squeezing steadily down on the accelerator. My sweet little torquey SE is pushing past 80 w/o a hiccup. Power on demand!
Time to check the rearview, make sure I've put a little distance between me and RED, before I slow down a little and settle into the FAST lane.
Ahhhh...what's that Ford sticker doing in my mirror?? Where'sss RED? Periperal vision says, Look Right. Ahhh...RED...is that you? "No. It was me--A**hole!"
I think I may have annonyed RED.
RED passes me, while I'm STILL accelerating, with the kind of ease reserved for Albatosses in flight. (You know, those birds with like a 30 foot wingspan, that can glide for days while expending virtually no energy.) In other words, RED passes me without effort and with an equal amount of thought--NONE!
Talk about embarassed. I don't know what RED was, either a moded out Corvette or a Ferrari, but I do know he was gone....
Big Swinging D**k, looks like he just got out of the pool.
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2001 SE Auto PP Radium
Someboday Slap Me Pleaseee - For not getting a Manual Transmission
[This message has been edited by SentraMan (edited February 16, 2001).]
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