New (2016) Nissan Alitma SV. 30-something hipster at the wheel carrying mom and teenage brother. Driver shook his head sarcastically as he eased past the aged and apparently "all show" look of the fading CompG.
65mph stop light. I've got the fast lane. Mom looks over disapprovingly as teen brother lifts his head from whatever device. Altima inches up once the light turns yellow the other direction, driver's attention out the corner of his eye. He's got a rolling start now. Green. Wide open throttle of all 2.5 liters demanded action from the SV's rubber band transmission. The pizza cutters bit hard as the torque lifted his front end, showing me what kept it planted in the twisties.
After his obvious red-light launch, I applied 1/4 throttle for about two feet then opened up the gussets. My tires, nary a squelch, clawed the pavement like a trapped badger. By the time we'd crossed traffic, I had a nose. The gratifying sound of air being forced into the manifold screamed violently out the exhaust. A supercharged 3800 engine bay was at full tilt next to their front windows. I've got a car length, then two, four ..I see the recurring hilarity that is bulging eyes from the passenger mirror. Redline. A fresh rush of torque pushed me over 70mph as Hipster Altima conceded.
They slid past later a bit more humble.
The End.
