Joe Pollick
Full Member
So, I've had my Av like what, ten days now, and I've been driving it all over trying to get past the elusive 500 mile break in point. I'm not a hot rod and got the go-fast bug out of my system many years ago with a Z-28, a Porsche and a couple other fast cars but tonight, the little guy on my left shoulder took over. 
I was on my way to get some coffee and a few pieces of God's perfect food (Krispy Kreme doughnuts) when I pull up to a light next to some pimply faced pre-pubescent punk in his Civic type "R" or type "S" or whatever they call those things these days. Actually, it might have been a type "RS" now that I think about it since it was a "Really Stupid" looking car. Loud stereo that rattled fillings for miles around but sounded like crap, 6" fart pipe hanging 12" past the bumper, rattle can paint job and neon in all the wrong places and all the wrong colors.
So here we are, he's got his radio cranking so I crank mine which is the factory Bose but still smoked his Kraco special. I look down at my odometer as the bad little red guy on my shoulder is egging me on and much to my surprise......502!!!
After a couple of minutes the light turns green. Now, up until that moment, I had been as gentle on my new truck as Hilary Clinton's gynocologist but I had to do it. He wound thing thing up tighter than a tempermental three year old on an all day Sinckers high but my Av, weighing in at what, 5000 pounds or so, left him crying like a fat girl on prom night.
So, it turns out that these things have some "GO" in them after all, just gotta find it.
Joe Pollick
PS: I backed off at the speed limit of 55 so I didn't break any laws (well, not the big laws anyway) and don't encourage people to act the way I did. I'm only alive today after many of these littles "testosterone moments" thanks to a little luck and the miracles of modern medicine.
I was on my way to get some coffee and a few pieces of God's perfect food (Krispy Kreme doughnuts) when I pull up to a light next to some pimply faced pre-pubescent punk in his Civic type "R" or type "S" or whatever they call those things these days. Actually, it might have been a type "RS" now that I think about it since it was a "Really Stupid" looking car. Loud stereo that rattled fillings for miles around but sounded like crap, 6" fart pipe hanging 12" past the bumper, rattle can paint job and neon in all the wrong places and all the wrong colors.
So here we are, he's got his radio cranking so I crank mine which is the factory Bose but still smoked his Kraco special. I look down at my odometer as the bad little red guy on my shoulder is egging me on and much to my surprise......502!!!
After a couple of minutes the light turns green. Now, up until that moment, I had been as gentle on my new truck as Hilary Clinton's gynocologist but I had to do it. He wound thing thing up tighter than a tempermental three year old on an all day Sinckers high but my Av, weighing in at what, 5000 pounds or so, left him crying like a fat girl on prom night.
So, it turns out that these things have some "GO" in them after all, just gotta find it.
Joe Pollick
PS: I backed off at the speed limit of 55 so I didn't break any laws (well, not the big laws anyway) and don't encourage people to act the way I did. I'm only alive today after many of these littles "testosterone moments" thanks to a little luck and the miracles of modern medicine.