[Black99GST]

well, i decided to share my view of what exactly the "dsm bug" does to me... i would be interested in comments, and reading your guys versions of why you choose to build a DSM...


***I do not participate or encourage any form or reckless driving or racing on public roads. This is a story merely to express my emotions and feelings about the connection i have with my car***

"It is about the love for the clean and yet distorted reflection of yourself in the paint, the tones and vibrations from the engines as the RPMs climb up the tack, the sound and smell of the tires and they melt into the pavement. It is like a drug. The farther you push the car, the faster the RPMs climb, the harder your body is pressed into the drivers seat, the more ecstasy it releases into your body, then as you familiarize yourself with the her, the dose seems to wear thin, what was once an overpowering sensation of speed and power, has become noting more then a "quick high"...

Money is tight, you have worked hard for what little you have. Now comes decision time, food/bills/rent/save/etc... or... as many of the next few pieces that money will allow to bring that ecstasy back... with out a doubt in your mind, the moneys spent. Once you receive world the parts have arrived, you drop everything and the entire world becomes obsolete while you are under the hood, now closer then ever to her. It almost seems like you can close your eyes, the car will guide the wrenches into place. Because she wants to be built, she wants to gain strength; she needs it and craves it just as much as you.

Hours pass in what feels like minuets, your blood and sweat have mixed with the cars oil and grease, bringing you truly together as one. Upon completion, you stumble in from the garage, so tired you can barely stand, after a full day of class, followed by work, then the several hours in the garage... class starts soon… and you are in need of sleep. The clock reads 5am as you wash the dirt and grease off of your hands, again, it is decision time... some well deserved rest... or... Test drive... if you have come this far, you choose the obvious.

As you turn the key, the starter engages, you can hear the wine of the fuel pump from behind you, the crank is turning, and the plugs are hot. Just as you release the key, she fires, and fills your ears with the sweat sound of success, allowing time for her to awaken, you walk around the rear of your car, admiring her beauty as you approach the front from the passenger side, pause directly in front of the car, for one final look at your hard work before experiencing pay off. Gently close the hood, more excited then tired at this point. As you back down the drive way and into the street, you find yourself aware, more awake then ever. you cruse out of the neighborhood keeping her as quiet as you possible, respecting the fact that it is 5am, and the neighbors are asleep. Once you can see the main road, and your heart beat grows faster, as you pull up the final stop before the open road, you heart is pumping out a steady match to the tachometer on the dash. You and your car are together as one.

Your left foot falls in firm contact with the clutch peddle, as you press it to the floor, your right hand slips the shifter into first gear, smooth as butter. You ease the throttle, and feel your heart race even faster. You turn your attention to her, idle is right on the money, air/fuel ratio is perfect; logger is live, and active. She is ready. You take one last deep breath, knowing the next few seconds will forever change you. Your right foot creeps onto the gas peddle. The RPMs shoot up, the launch control engages holding the Motor at a strong 5500 rpms as your eyes leave the dash, and you gaze down the street. You let off pressure on your left foot. The clutch catches the flywheel, and the tires begin to slip. You lean into the throttle. Steady and strong she climbs through first. The roar of the exhaust is deep, and rich. The spool of the turbo is fast and strong. As you shift to second, the blow off valve flutters. The car lets out an excited pop as if to thank you for the added strength.

The car pulls harder in second as the boost comes on, pressing you into the seat harder then ever before. The feelings build with each revolution of the engine. As the RPMs climb, complete ecstasy overcomes your body, your mind, and your soul. As you reach the top of second gear, another decision time though more directed by instinct than consciousness … dare you continue into third… or… are you satisfied with this does? Before that very thought can register in your mind, you have already completed the shift, and are back on the gas. The engine screams with joy under wide open throttle and the turbo spools to full boost. By the time the wastegate opens, its too late, you’re already gone. Encased in this ecstasy you have created, you hit forth gear and are traveling over twice the posted speed limit; however, you are still steady, and sure. The rpms match the needle on the speedometer, as you climb into a world unknown to most. 140mph, 150mph, you let off.

The blow-off valve bursts open, the engine whines down, popping in thanks on the way. You come to a stop. Your sweating, breathing is heavy, eyes watering, hands are shaking. Success, The ecstasy is back. You return home in pride, knowing all the money and time that was spent, was well worth the benefits. Upon arrival, you pull into the garage and park. Close your eyes, and re-imagine the run in your head. Shut her down, remove the key, and get out of the car. As you enter the house, you look back over your shoulder at the beast you have built. Nothing needs to be said, you already made the decision to continue your build, to continue to push the car past the points or logic. As you climb into bed, you think to yourself in a dream like way, if only it was even FASTER"