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[exsequar]

Tonight, I drove 90 MPH for the first time ever! \o/

A few months ago, my mom got a few-years-used Saab (which is why I got her old Subaru) and it is a fucking awesome machine. I mean, these cars just fly, without so much as a whine of protest. The ignition is in between the seats, like in an airplane, because the Saab engineers are essentially aeronautics engineers. SO AWESOME. So tonight I had to go pick up my brother at like 11 PM so there was almost NO one on the highway, and I just put the pedal to the metal! WHEEEE! It has this awesome thing where if you accelerate hard enough, the TURBO kicks in and you just FLY. It's... amazing. And I wants.

I've decied that as soon as I'm self-sufficient and doing well for myself, the first thing I'm going to indulge myself on is a fun, spunky, sexy car. I LOVE CARS. *squiggles with glee*

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[bexone.livejournal.com]

When I was back east and driving between Boston and Londonderry, NH on a somewhat regular basis, I occasionally had to remind myself that 93 was the freeway number, not the speed limit. *G* Fast is fun!

Although, weirdly, I'm not fond of going fast in this damn rental Malibu. Not because it vibrates or whatever, but because it's so smooth and so far off the ground I literally cannot tell how fast I'm going, like I'll look at the speedometer on the freeway, utterly convinced I'm doing maybe 55, and it'll say 80. I need a fast car that actually feels fast, or I'll get myself in trouble.

[bexone.livejournal.com]

(and my neon [RIP] topped out at 117 on I-80 in Utah with not too much vibration, but hot damn that felt fast.)

[exsequar.livejournal.com]

Hoo boy, 117! That sounds like FUN :D

I was almost a little disappointed with how easy it was to go that fast in the Saab. It DIDNT feel all that fast, and I wanted to feel, yaknow, dangerous! Hee. My brother did say "I'd rather not die," though, or I might have pushed the limits a wee bit more *g*