My only claim to fame in real life Cars is taking an uprated TVR Griffith for a test drive. I consider myself... fairly good at controlling RL driving - but as Famine said, I´m no race driver. Anyway, I nearly had that thing sideways on the straight in 3rd gear. Storytime:
I went to a garage near Yeovil (UK) to help with computer network problems. This car was seperate on it´s own, in the corner. Turns out the engine is uprated for the race track, though not really used, and the clutch was a triple plate job - unassisted I might add. nice - I said. Once work was finished, I had to see that car once more, then I had to hear it. I had the money, if I sold my car, but there´s no way I was about to buy a TVR of this nature. So took it for a test drive didn´t I...!

<<<< all those faces must´ve been seen on my face. the clutch is soooo heavy. (Afterwards I got back into that Honda Civic Coupe to go home and nearly stamped the clutch through the floor! bang)

The car was really awsome. I want I want I want was the music playing in my head all the way home. But the car was too damn unpractical. The salesman who came with me on the test drive, shat himself. Whilst pulling away from the forecourt, the driven wheels span. Did a nice osrt of "Magnum" style pull away - purely by fluke I reckon. Second gear, the car shoots forward and he says to me, "Ohh, you´ra a bit of a speed demon then aren´t you". Yup. I back off the traffic to make a bit of space for me to floor it in third. Backend of the Griffith twitching until the revs just got too high and all hell broke loose. Big smile for me, BIG. Like a cheshire cat. gimme gimme gimme. gets my addrenaline going again just explaining it. controlled the back sliding out a little to the right with a slightly less throttle, and to avoid the back end biting up sudden grip. After a pulling away antic at a small roundabout with clutch control (there is none - it´s too heavy) i looked to my left with my gazed eyes and biten lip to try not to show how much I was enjoying this car (I´d fallen head over heals for a godamn car would you believe) and this salesman was as far up the seat as his brake pedal foot could push him whilst pushing that invisible brake pedal in the passenger foot well. His fingers and thumbs were pushed out like he was measuring something with a span of the hand!

Turns out the car was owned by the garage owner. He was selling it because he didn´t race it!