Ok so hear I sit.....It's 2:06 in the Am and I couldn't sleep. So what do I do? Well let me tell you. I feel I must share this experience with you as best as I can put it in text.
I got up put on some pants, no shirt mind you, and I stroll on out to my car. The key fits just like any other time; but this time seemed a little more special then usual. All pistons flare up, the main relay primes all the normal dings and red warnings pop up on the dash...the slowly fade off. *click* seatbelt on. I pull on out to Olympic parkway. TO those of you who don't live in S.D. Olympic parkway happens to be one of S.D newest finished projects. This project is just but a 6 mi road of nothing but green lights and turns to no roads that lead to nowhere. I Signal left and take off. I race through the RPM gauge...nothing but 1-3-5- RED LINE...-6-7-8...shift....6--7--8--....shift I look down and see I’ve climbed to 80 already....4th gear is climbing just as fast. Slow down....
I cruise for about 20 secs get down to about 55-60mph....the car is in N so it's idling at 850rpm......*click* ROARRRRR.......Down into 3rd...the dim orange needle rockets up to 6 and one half thousand RPMs. It crunches through the 3rd gear like any Honda owner should eat through their gears. I race on to the next light....Nothing but green.
The lights shimmer and Bend ever so perfectly over the chassis, flowing like Liquid not held by any forms of Physical laws, rebounding refracting reflecting up and over the Newly Replaced windshield and down the infamous glass hatch. There is no equal to this feeling, no equal to the rush of DOHC pulling you across the asphalt, Hearing the crossover of a perfectly engineered masterpiece known through the acronym... (Echo) "Vtec." Pure Honda races through my blood faster then the rubber leaving its hot smoldering residue behind at the Stop light. The exhaust rumbles down like thunder across the plains, bending ever so slightly and out the rear of the most recognizable and most coveted Hondas on the road to date.
WE are the elite breed of car owners who have no limits to the Work and love we drill, smash, bleed, sweat, tighten, Crunch, weld, test, fail, succeed, and heart into our cars. We have no equal on the road for we are EF.

 

i feel ya man

 

I drove Olympic Parkway yesterday when I was going to SWC. I was going about 60mph and this Camry past me going around 75mph then suddenly his breaks goes on. I saw the cop near the center divider chilling but after we past the cop he starts his engine to tailgate me. I was like WTF because the Camry was going faster then me. I went up the hill then to Telegraph Canyon but the cop was still next to me. I thought I was screw but he figures that my CRX was stock so he lift.

 

Great feeling aint it

 

When I get that feeling...I want sexual healing........sexual.........healing baaaaby!!!

 

 

meh....i went driving....and then i got high and wrote that......It's kinda too emo poetic....but **** i stand by what i don't remember saying......honda=yummy.

 

That was cool, Burlyirishdude.
Hell yeh, stand by what you wrote, even if it is kinda "deep."
I liked it.

 

wow that brough a tear to my eye but a good one