Im curious to see some of you guys' stories about some of the coolest, fastest, craziest car you've ever driver or owned.



I think for the short time i owned my 323 GTX (all wheel drive, turbo) i had the craziest things happen with. It was quick, no doubt about it. I used to get into a ton of different races with it, and just smoke people. But, weird stuff always happened with it. Everything i need a quick getaway, the damn ignition would not work and the car would only start after going *click click click* about 20 times. I had nothing but the weirdest problems with it.

This one day, probably one of the hottest of summer, i was coming home from work. I just had gone to Wendy's and picked up a spicy chicken combo with a biggie drink. The coke is way too big for any sized cupholder, which the 323 had none. So i held the coke in my legs while driving home. Doing about 45 up the hill on the road home, a deer comes barrelling down the side of the mountain. I catch a glimpse of him as he leaps onto the road, then turns towards oncoming traffic (me.) I slam on the brakes, of which the 323 is no worldbeater. The car pitches forward, sending my spicy chicken sandwich into the passenger side floor. As if in slow motion, i sit helplessly as my biggie coke tips and falls on my lap, emptying its contents.

The entire cup of coke spilled over pants and onto the floor. As the deer gleefully hops away, i drive away, hearing the sound of crushing ice under the pedals as i shift. I was fuming. I got home, and threw the cup into the bushes. I think i spent 2 hours cleaning the coke out of the carpet. It was bad. I was so looking forward to enjoying a nice dinner and an ice cold soda, instead i had cold chicken and water. Ugh. Damn that deer.

lol yeah that car was memorable.



i remember the brake fade after 1 hard stop, and the amazing understeer (although on gravel it was perfect!)



the starter clicky thing was funny too. there used to be this ass on a harley that had to ride his 100db bike by the house on the weekends at like 7:30, and HE HAD TO HONK THE HORN! needless to say after a couple of months we were ready to shove the horn up his ass (he'd prolly have liked it too)



so one day we were out washing the cars, and the asshat drives by, so we hop in the 323 to go chase him and it goes *click* click* click* for like 5 minutes! so needless to say we lost him, stupid car

My cousin owned a 1973 Porsche 911T it had stock a 2.3 litre engine but he dropped a 2.7 litre engine with new jugs giving it a 3.0 litre displacement. The engine was worked over by Black Forest Racing. The car was a full on track car it had an open exhaust full racing coil overs the car was a monster both in turns and straight out of the hole.



My cousin was a driving instructor for the Porsche Club at the local race track. This car was raced in vintage races.



That was the first car I had ever hit 150 MPH in. My cousin let me take it for a weekend when I was visiting him in Ft. Lauderdale. He warned me to be good w/ it. Hehe I was 19 years old what did he expect from me?



I was kicking so much ass in this car getting in races all over town. I went through 2 tanks of gas in 12 hours. This was in about 1986 and this car was killing Z-06 Camaro's and 5.0 Mustangs like it was a joke. I got to the point where I would rev on a car and then let it take off through the intersection then blow past them like they were standing still.



Then I discovered exit ramp clover leafs... My friend was in front of me in his Celica GTS with its wide ass tires. He thought it could corner hard. I was following him riding his ass and I wans't even trying.



I was taking exit ramps at 100 MPH like it was nothing the car felt like god was pressing it down to the road with his thumb. It was unreal..



I took a ramp at about 90 MPH late in the day I came up on the final curve and the ass end came out! I let off the gas (big mistake) and tried to countersteer the car snapped around and now I am in a spin at 80 MPH heading onto a busy road sideways. I was shitting myself!! I ended up pushing the clutch and brake as hard as I could and screamed like a cheerleader. I ended up missing a ton of cars and coming to a quiet rest on the center median pointing the wrong way. All the traffic was stopped. I turned her around and putted up to a red light.



This car pulled up next to me it was like a 71 Impala Convertable, it was full of people, they were all cheering at me telling me that was awesome. I didn't think so.



I got back to my cousins house and told him what happened and he started explaining car dynamics to me and explained the correct way to steer a 911 Porsche out of an oversteer situation. He never freaked out.



I always wanted a 911 after that but could not afford the intial outlay of 25K to buy a decent used one. Looking at what I have spent on my TII over the last 3 years. I should have re-thought that one.

ESCALADE WITH SPINNAS!!

haha not really

My friends S2000. The car is simply amazing to drive. Everything feels so right. The car just begs you to press it hard into the corners, and then wind out the gears in between.

Lotus esprit--fun and sounded sweet.



Other then that Porche



Then my FD



then my old MR2



too many stories....

the only 911 ive driven was a 68 sport-o-matic, the one with the "automatic" tranny. it looked nice but the tranny sucks

ive pushed a 58 TR3!

me too!

Buhahaha - My grandfather used to own a British Leyland repair shop in Manhatten. He got rich off of the Triumphs, Jags, Rovers, MG's etc... He retired at 50 and lived comfortably until he was in his 80's when he died.



When he sold out his share of the business in the very early 70's his reason for getting out was the Japanese cars. They made him nervous. His partner wasn't worried his reasoning was the USA will never forget Pearl Harbor so there was nothing to worry about. Probably the biggest mistake that guy ever made. British cars went from being chic and trendy to being old and played by the mid to late 70's.