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This is a story bout a peacefull cruise through a small Italian village,
the only thing that could break the silence was a bad-ass yellow monster;
The Lotus Esprit 350 V8
I was out cruisin in The City of Aria, when i thought i should take som pictures...
After i had crossed the long straight and slammed the brakes not to lift off and slam into the wall, i thought to myself; "What if..."
I threw in 1st and rammed through the track for another go...
As i approached the city gates followed by the straight, thinkin of maxin out this biatch,
i backed up to get as long "runway" as possible...
I just stood there for a couple of 10 seconds, finding myself in Neutral revving the 880 horsepowered british monster to its peak of 7500 RPM...
I slammed the gear-stick up to its left corner,
putting it in to first,
floored the accelerator and released the clutch just to feel its humense power converting into G's...
I was quickly doing 75, 2nd gear, 110, 3rd and befor i knew it i was doin 200 (km/h)
There was nothing that could stop me know...
looked down on the speedometre, 230, there was no way back!
As closer to the bump/jump i got,
the harder the g's pushed me into my seat and im sure that all of my body-hair was raising up to look out the window...
just a couple of feet now...
I felt the front wheels lifting off and i was actually quite pleased with pulling off a wheelie,
but the pleasure quickly developed into anger as i heard my
4,800 $ racing exhaust dragged across the ground...
I was now actually airborne, the adrenaline was pumpin,
and all i could think of was how the **** do i land this thing?
i could clearly see the ground now...this aint gonna be pretty!
As the ground got closer i tried to remember that first aid class i slept through
think they said anything bout pulling your arms against you...
OH ****!!!
I tried, i really tried...but i couldnt control the thing...the next thing i knew was well...BANG!!!
the only thing that could break the silence was a bad-ass yellow monster;
The Lotus Esprit 350 V8
I was out cruisin in The City of Aria, when i thought i should take som pictures...

After i had crossed the long straight and slammed the brakes not to lift off and slam into the wall, i thought to myself; "What if..."
I threw in 1st and rammed through the track for another go...

As i approached the city gates followed by the straight, thinkin of maxin out this biatch,
i backed up to get as long "runway" as possible...
I just stood there for a couple of 10 seconds, finding myself in Neutral revving the 880 horsepowered british monster to its peak of 7500 RPM...

I slammed the gear-stick up to its left corner,
putting it in to first,
floored the accelerator and released the clutch just to feel its humense power converting into G's...
I was quickly doing 75, 2nd gear, 110, 3rd and befor i knew it i was doin 200 (km/h)

There was nothing that could stop me know...
looked down on the speedometre, 230, there was no way back!

As closer to the bump/jump i got,
the harder the g's pushed me into my seat and im sure that all of my body-hair was raising up to look out the window...
just a couple of feet now...

I felt the front wheels lifting off and i was actually quite pleased with pulling off a wheelie,
but the pleasure quickly developed into anger as i heard my
4,800 $ racing exhaust dragged across the ground...

I was now actually airborne, the adrenaline was pumpin,
and all i could think of was how the **** do i land this thing?



i could clearly see the ground now...this aint gonna be pretty!

As the ground got closer i tried to remember that first aid class i slept through
think they said anything bout pulling your arms against you...

OH ****!!!

I tried, i really tried...but i couldnt control the thing...the next thing i knew was well...BANG!!!

The End