<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18660801</id><updated>2009-11-06T06:32:04.544Z</updated><title type='text'>Speed Junkie</title><subtitle type='html'>Life...a chess game that keeps getting harder by the minute. You move a step without fully knowing the consequences and ramifications of your choices. Only three things keep me going, my beloved soulmate, football, and my need for speed. There are not many things that are as fulfilling as driving on a clear road, with 100mph on the clock, with the windows down. Air gushing past, howling behind you...it's just a natural high.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speed-junkie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18660801/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speed-junkie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Speed Junkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01353482886388969394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18660801.post-114712698890834507</id><published>2006-05-08T20:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-08T23:04:29.163Z</updated><title type='text'>The price for a piece of crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Does anyone know what the price is for a piece of ultimate crazy? You might be confused with my question, but just bear with me. You know the crazy things that people do...no, not like "dude, did you hear that? A voice in my head told me to bite your tongue off!" kind of crazy. But crazy things like base jumping from the top of Niagara Falls, or swimming with sharks and doing an upper cut right on it's face as it swims by. Until recently, I never knew how much an ultimate crazy would cost. £415,000. Yep, an ultimate crazy costs £415,000. Why, you may ask? Simple, because that is how much a Koenigsegg CCX would cost. The CCX is undoubtedly the ultimate of all crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/400/ccx_black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Let me elaborate. First, a bit more insight for the car. The CCX is Swedish made supercar with a mid-mounted twin-supercharged 4.7litre V8 that churns out an unbelievable 806bhp. 806! I mean 806hp from a 4.7litre engine? That is truly remarkable. OK, you might remember from my previous post that an F1 engine spits out 300hp per litre, or 904hp from a 3litre V8. But you've got to bear in mind that an F1 engine will only do 10,000 miles it's entire lifetime, and also there are no emission regulations to push it down. The CCX is a road legal car, which means it has to be engineered to last at least 150,000miles. And it also needs to adhere to the ever stringent emission regulations. The 1000hp Veyron is powered by a quad turbo 8litre W16. All this makes the CCX engine even more brilliant. And to top it all off, being nice little swedes, they also made the engine environmental friendly, well for a supercar anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 429px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="226" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/400/ccx_tech_organge_rear.jpg" width="474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The chassis and body panels, a cocktail of kevlar, carbon fibre and lightweight reinforcements, coupled with an all aluminium engine adds up to 1180kg. So what do you get when you cross an 800hp engine with a 1180kg car? Chaos, that is exactly what you're gonna get, unsurpassable chaos! Tops out at around 250mph and a blitz of only 3.2seconds from 0-62mph, oh my god, that is totally orgasmic. FYI, this car was caught on a speed camera in Texas, USA doing 242mph, which is officially the fastest speeding ticket ever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But wait. That's not the reason why I called this car the ultimate of all crazy. Just look at the rear end of that car. Can you see anything wrong with it? Nothing? Exactly! There's nothing there! Rear spoilers are important to increase the downforce on the rear tires to provide enough grip and traction, especially at higher speed. So why the hell didn't those blonde scandinavian freaks put a rear spoiler on a 250mph car? Even the Veyron, weighing a full 700kilos more, has a spoiler with not one, but two aerodynamic settings. Well, yes, I know it's got those venturis underneath, but surely, that can't be enough can it? They didn't even equip the car with traction control. I mean, that's like creating bio-hazard nuclear bazookas of mass destruction, and selling them to 10 year olds without a safety lock. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is really the ultimate of all crazy. An 800hp car that weighs about a tonne with minimal downforce and no traction control. It costs £415,000. Interested anyone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Koenigsegg CCX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Price:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;£415,000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Engine:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4.7litre Twin-supercharged aluminium casted V8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Power Output:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;806bhp @ 6900 rpm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Torque:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;678 lb/ft or 920Nm @ 5700 rpm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weight:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1180kg / 2600lb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0-62 mph:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3.2 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top Speed:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;245 mph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuel Consumption:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;13.8 mpg combined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18660801-114712698890834507?l=speed-junkie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speed-junkie.blogspot.com/feeds/114712698890834507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18660801&amp;postID=114712698890834507' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18660801/posts/default/114712698890834507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18660801/posts/default/114712698890834507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speed-junkie.blogspot.com/2006/05/price-for-piece-of-crazy.html' title='The price for a piece of crazy'/><author><name>Speed Junkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01353482886388969394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08614729749858316955'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18660801.post-114522811301933120</id><published>2006-04-16T20:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-16T23:44:08.776Z</updated><title type='text'>Let's play the numb3rs game...</title><content type='html'>Gosh, I can't believe how long it has been since my last post. To be exact, it has been &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; weeks and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; days. A lot has happened within this time period. I moved house for the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;th time in less than &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; years. I took a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; and a half week holiday to go back to my home town in Malaysia, and saw my lovely wife again after &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; months being apart. We went for our &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;nd honeymoon to Pangkor Island which lasted for &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; days and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; nights, and had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to the island was &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; and a half hours by car and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;40&lt;/span&gt; minutes on a boat. I drove my father in law's E&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;36&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;318&lt;/span&gt; Beemer, and I revved up the engine naughtily up to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5500&lt;/span&gt;rpms before changing gear, which felt rather pleasant. (Give me a break, I was yearning to do that for so long now. I can only go upto &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3500&lt;/span&gt;rpms on my old banger, any higher, then "Hello Mr. AA...I need a ride!"). On the island, we spent most of our time in the hotel room (obviously!!!), had a dip in the sea, played &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; rounds of pool, which I won&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; 2&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; (obviously that one game that she won was because I let her win!) and ate very expensive hotel food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within those &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; weeks also, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; F&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; races were completed. Bahrain, Malaysia and Australia. Alonso won in Bahrain and Melbourne, and his team mate, Fisichella won in Malaysia. This gave Renault a brilliant start to the season with &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;42&lt;/span&gt; ponts in the constructors championship. Mclaren in &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;nd place with &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt; points, and Ferrari in &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;rd with &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love playing with numbers, it puts everything in context. It gives an alternative view to the things happening around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing to play with numbers, here are some remarkable facts and figures that I find unbelieveable. The now defunct BMW &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;litre V&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; engine for last year's F&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; GP gave out &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;904&lt;/span&gt;bhp. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;904&lt;/span&gt;!!! That means it splashes out &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;300&lt;/span&gt;hp per litre! Putting that into context, a good stock OEM engine is designed to have atleast &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;70&lt;/span&gt;hp per litre. Force induction means another &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt; odd or so ontop. That gives &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;100&lt;/span&gt;hp per litre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still playing with numbers, the MP&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt; Mclaren &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; car goes &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;100&lt;/span&gt;mph in &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3.6 &lt;/span&gt;seconds. That's impressive I hear you say? Well, the most impressive fact is the breaking capabilities of that car, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;100&lt;/span&gt;mph to complete standstill in a mere &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; seconds! From &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;185&lt;/span&gt;mph, hitting the brakes real hard would go to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3.5 &lt;/span&gt;seconds! But wait till you hear this. John Force, a crazy American racing team owner, with his Funny Car, clocked &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;0&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;100&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;0.8&lt;/span&gt; seconds!!! Man, that is just plain unbelieveable. Here are a few more figures that I find interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. With a max speed of &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;252&lt;/span&gt;mph or &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;400&lt;/span&gt;kph or &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;370&lt;/span&gt;ft/s, the Bugatti Veyron is the fastest road car ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Veyron has a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;litre W&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt; Quad-Turbo engine that spits out &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3000&lt;/span&gt;hp. But due to thermal dissipation, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2000&lt;/span&gt;hp is lost to the atmosphere, and only &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1000&lt;/span&gt;hp would be transferred by the tires to the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Veyron is also the most expensive OEM production car at £&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;810,000&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; cars come &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;nd. With £&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;300,000&lt;/span&gt; you can get either the SLR Mclaren Mercedes or the Porsche Carrera GT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;st time someone tried to achieve the highest possible speed was in &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1898&lt;/span&gt;, when Count Gaston de Chasseloup-Laubat of France manage to get a speed of &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;39.24&lt;/span&gt;mph. About &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;100&lt;/span&gt; years later, in &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1997&lt;/span&gt;, the highest land vehicle speed ever was achieved at &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;763.035&lt;/span&gt;mph (!!!). This was done by a bloke called Andy Green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;st time someone reached &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; figures was in &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1904&lt;/span&gt;, when Louis Rigolly reached a speed in excess of &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;100&lt;/span&gt;mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. On a more sour note, in &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2003&lt;/span&gt; in America, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;17,013&lt;/span&gt; people died due to alcohol related accidents. That's at a rate of &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; death every &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt; minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. In &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1915&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;55&lt;/span&gt;% of the number of cars worldwide were the Model T Fords. This record still holds until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Last but not least, the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;st ever speed limit regulated was in England in &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1903&lt;/span&gt;. The speed limit was at &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;mph. Hehe this one's a bit funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love playing with numbers, it puts everyhing in context. It gives an alternative view to the things happening around me. Most importantly, it also makes these &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; months before I can see my wife again seem a bit more bearable. I guess I'd just be counting down the days then... I can't wait to see her again... god, I miss her so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18660801-114522811301933120?l=speed-junkie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speed-junkie.blogspot.com/feeds/114522811301933120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18660801&amp;postID=114522811301933120' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18660801/posts/default/114522811301933120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18660801/posts/default/114522811301933120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speed-junkie.blogspot.com/2006/04/lets-play-numb3rs-game.html' title='Let&apos;s play the numb3rs game...'/><author><name>Speed Junkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01353482886388969394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08614729749858316955'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18660801.post-114052848485710931</id><published>2006-02-21T13:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-22T11:41:52.053Z</updated><title type='text'>Q &amp; A</title><content type='html'>I'm a big fan of Top Gear, a TV show mainly about cars presented by a balding fat bloke with no taste, Captain Slow, and a hamster, shown in the UK. I'm also a big fan of the Top Gear magazine, basically the TV show on paper, but with added perks. There's a section on the magazine called Q&amp;A, where they ask celebrities some questions related to cars (obviously).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I currently have nothing better to do here at work, as all the licenses for the software I need to use to do my work are taken (thank god for that!), I'm having a go at answering those questions myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Where do cars rank on your personal scale of all things good?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes after my wife and family obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Can you tell us how to make donuts?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm...to be honest I've never done one. Quite sad eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. You've got all weekend to drive from London to south of France; what's the car and who's in the passenger seat...?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To chill out and enjoy the scenery, definitely a DB9 Volante, top down with my wife at the side. That would be so cool.&lt;br /&gt;To get there as soon as possible, mmm...let me see. An SL55 AMG possibly, just by my self...ooh that would be wicked!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/1600/db9volante.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/320/db9volante.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/1600/mercedesbenz_slclass_sl55amgroadster_2005_385x192.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/400/mercedesbenz_slclass_sl55amgroadster_2005_385x192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. ...and what's on the stereo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To chill out, some Coldplay, Joss Stones, John Legends and the likes.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, bring on old school stuff. Limp Bizkit, RATM, and Stone Temple Pilots please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Can you tell me the difference between the smell of frying clutch from the smell of burning rubber?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference smell wise, I can't tell you. What's the difference between the reaction upon smelling a frying clutch and smelling burning rubber, you're usually feeling ecstatic smelling burning rubber, but most probably you're fucked up smelling a frying clutch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What's the fastest you've ever driven?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 120mph in a 5 series Beemer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What one gadget would make life behind the wheel easier for you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A car with a flying mode to use during traffic jams. I hate traffic jams. It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Does the shape of your genitals affect the way you drive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say, yes it does, for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. How much is a litre of petrol?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an arm and a leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Who or what caused your worst car crash?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pothole in the road, and an asshole driver who swerved into mine just to miss the pothole. Oh, and I guess power assisted steering and lack of car control experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What winds you up most about other drivers?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inconsiderate and selfish drivers...you get that alot in Malaysia. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. What's the one piece of advice you'd give to other drivers?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never assume that you're one of the best drivers in the world. Never ever. Just...don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Is there one car you'd like to drive before you die?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagani Zonda F, among others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/320/fn000241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Is there a car you're contractually obliged to plug?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, I'm obliged to plug the Lotus Exige S, but I would be absolutely happy to do so. With breathtaking performance, it's the fastest accelerating Lotus ever to come off the production line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/320/exiges.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's more or less it. Feel free to answer them yourselves!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18660801-114052848485710931?l=speed-junkie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speed-junkie.blogspot.com/feeds/114052848485710931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18660801&amp;postID=114052848485710931' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18660801/posts/default/114052848485710931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18660801/posts/default/114052848485710931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speed-junkie.blogspot.com/2006/02/q.html' title='Q &amp; A'/><author><name>Speed Junkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01353482886388969394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08614729749858316955'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18660801.post-113962036591736702</id><published>2006-02-10T23:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-11T01:26:23.586Z</updated><title type='text'>Bad habits die hard</title><content type='html'>You know the saying that life is like a giant wheel, spinning around. Sometimes you're up, and sometimes you're down. I have to disagree with that saying, because it always make life seem so simple. It's either up or down. That's it. End of story. Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I guess I won't be totally disagreeing with it, I just think something else should be added on to that. Try this one for size:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, is like a giant wheel, spinning around. Sometimes you're up, and sometimes you're down. Unless, you get stuck in a pothole, in some mud or snow, and there's no traction and grip. In that case you're stuck and you'll be feeling lower than low. In that case, you'd be really really down. I mean, REALLY REALLY down. You're just fucked up. Now that IS life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I'm saying this crap is because honestly, that's how I'm feeling right now. I've got some personal problems that I have absolutely no idea how to resolve, and the feeling of being utterly useless because of that is the thing that pisses me off the most. I know, I know, I'm not the only one with problems...there are many more other people that are worse off than me blah blah blah...save the speech for someone else will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, about 5-6 years ago, whenever I was in a similar situation, there was one thing I absolutely know that could make me feel better. Yep, that is taking my mom's Honda Civic and do a 110mph on the highway (She's gonna kill me if she reads about this!!!). In those days, there was this one stretch of new highway connecting Kajang and Putrajaya/Cyberjaya that was just built. Since Putrjaya and Cyberjaya were still uninhabitable during those days, those 3 lane roads were completely empty. So everytime I felt down and out, I'd go out at about 10 at night, fill up the car with 20bucks worth of petrol and just sped along the road, pedal to the metal with the windows down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told my girlfriend, who is now my beloved wife, about that, obviously she flipped out and didn't want me to do anything like that again. Speed kills, apparently. I don't actually buy that, because speed doesn't kill, recklessness and inexperience however, are the main killers. I found that out the hard way. Yep, when I totaled that poor old Honda in 2000. You see, I was only doing 50mph when that happened, and it was my inexperienced in controlling the car as a reaction from the stupid asshole driver in a car next to mine that suddenly swerved into me. Long story short, I went straight into a tree. It was quite miraculous that I survived. Thank god. Speed doesn't kill. Speed is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I can't explain the feeling I get when I'm going fast. Maybe it's the wind on my face, maybe it's the adrenalin pumping through my vains...I don't know. I guess the closest thing I can think of is when people shove crack up their noses, or maybe when someone gets totally pissed down the pub, all their worries and troubles seem to fade away. That's the one time they can just forget about everything else and be in a state of calmness. And that's exactly how I feel everytime I go for these speed trips, it's such a natural high. It's an added bonus that I won't be puking my intestines out and have a hangover that could slaughter a walrus when i wake up in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad habits die hard. Or should I say, habits die hard. It's 1am in the morning, I can't sleep, I feel like shit, I miss my wife like crazy, and all I want to do is get in my old banger and do some miles on the A11. UNFORTUNATELY, my car is parked in the garage and my housemates car is parked right behind it. This negative energy is building up inside of me, and all I can do is write this stupid post. Woohoo! Lucky me! Seriously, it can't get any worse than this, can it?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's reiterate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life, is like a giant wheel, spinning around. Sometimes you're up, and sometimes you're down. Unless, you get stuck in a pothole, in some mud or snow, and there's no traction and grip. In that case you're stuck and you'll be feeling lower than low. In that case, you'd be really really down. I mean, REALLY REALLY down. You're just fucked up. Now that IS life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18660801-113962036591736702?l=speed-junkie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speed-junkie.blogspot.com/feeds/113962036591736702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18660801&amp;postID=113962036591736702' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18660801/posts/default/113962036591736702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18660801/posts/default/113962036591736702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speed-junkie.blogspot.com/2006/02/bad-habits-die-hard.html' title='Bad habits die hard'/><author><name>Speed Junkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01353482886388969394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08614729749858316955'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18660801.post-113744412306212581</id><published>2006-01-16T19:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-17T09:20:50.100Z</updated><title type='text'>When foul play becomes a delight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I went to the Autosport International Motorshow in Birmingham last week, and what I saw there were some brilliant stuff. However, none more so than the Maybach Excelero. The Excelero is a 2.66 tonne luxury car with a 6 litre V12 pushing 700bhp with a top speed in excess of 217mph and a nought-to-sixty figure of just 4.4 (I kid you not!!!) seconds. I've seen pictures of this beast on the net quite a few times now, but nothing prepared me for what I was about to see at the motorshow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/1600/DSCN0468.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/400/DSCN0468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/1600/DSCN04701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/400/DSCN04701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's very hard to explain the experience of seeing this car in real life. The sheer brilliance of this machine was unbelievable. I think I stood there with my jaw wide open for atleast 30 seconds, and that is no exaggeration. It was massive, in an 'in your face' sort of way, provocative, yet it's stream lined curves subtly and discreetly make it pleasing to the eye. It's like a freakin' mobster with an Uzi in one hand and a cigar in the other saying "What are you looking at, you fucking piece of shit!", while it's obvious that class and elegance oozes out of him. It was awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But that was not what was bothering me about this car. The most unbelievable fact about this car was that it was designed just to test a set of new tyres. It's just so unacceptable how Fulda can spend tonnes of money developing a crazy car like this just to test a set of new tyres. I mean how unfair has the world become? I'm working in the automotive industry and currently with a company which is in a process of developing a new car, and I have to say that it's a real struggle to keep to the (very low) budget. And here you get something like this just to test a set of new tyres.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well, I know that this move was done to keep to the tradition of the tyre company, as this was not the first time a car was developed to test their new tyres. In 1938 the world was stunned by the Maybach SW 38 which had speeds of more than 120 mph (trust me, it might not sound much now, but in 1938, that was considered 'blinding' speeds). And now, the new tyres were designed to withstand the forces of a heavyweight car going at very high speeds. Since a car that fits the testing requirement was not available, so they just developed one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But still, it's foul play, obnoxious, loathsome, atrocious, completely and utterly unacceptable!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I love it!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mayback Excelero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Engine:&lt;/span&gt; 5.9 litre V12 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Power output: &lt;/span&gt;700bhp &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Torque:&lt;/span&gt; 738 lbft &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Top speed:&lt;/span&gt; &gt;217 mph &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;0-60:&lt;/span&gt; 4.4 seconds&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18660801-113744412306212581?l=speed-junkie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speed-junkie.blogspot.com/feeds/113744412306212581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18660801&amp;postID=113744412306212581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18660801/posts/default/113744412306212581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18660801/posts/default/113744412306212581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speed-junkie.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-foul-play-becomes-delight.html' title='When foul play becomes a delight.'/><author><name>Speed Junkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01353482886388969394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08614729749858316955'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18660801.post-113604730037485069</id><published>2005-12-31T16:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-01T15:47:13.033Z</updated><title type='text'>Resolution time... again?!??!?</title><content type='html'>So it's new year's day now, and somehow this new year has crept quietly on me. I mean, 2005 has passed so quickly, I didn't even notice that it's gone. Well, that's not completely true, as I knew 2006 was looming around the corner, but you get what I'm trying to say, don't you? It's not until I witnessed the fireworks display from the London Eye on telly last night that it really hit me hard, smack in my face. Wow, it's 2006 now. But after a few seconds, I realised, so what?!? Why is going into a new year so significant? It's basically just another day, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main thing that I don't understand with the new year is how people always make new year's resolutions. To me it is all a bunch of bull crap, because it's just a way of people making excuses to procrastinate in improving their lives. A mate of mine asked me yesterday, what my new year's resolution would be for this year. I couldn't be bothered to argue with him about how I think resolutions are nonsense, so after thinking about it a bit, I said, "My new year's resolution would be to get an Aston Martin DB9 and drive from here to my hometown in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, think about it. It's a peach of a car. It's agonisingly stunning, it's got pedigree, it's got a huge V12 inside, and most importantly, it's a GT. Which means, it's designed to go long distances. And Norwich to Kuala Lumpur is long distance. I know the DB9's downfall is it's flappy pedal gear shifting and transmission, but I'm not thrashing it around a track, am I? I'd be driving it calmly and smoothly, and the DB9 would be perfect for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/400/db9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other thing is the route. Thankfully, Asia and Europe are connected with each other, and the UK is connected with Europe through the Channel Tunnel. So far so good. From the UK, I'd be going through France, Germany, the Chech Republic, Poland, Belarus and Ukraine before getting into Asia. With all the fucked up things happening in the Middle East, and also the small obstacle of the Himalayas, I think I'd take a longer route through China. So from Ukraine, I'll continue through Russia, and Kazakhstan into China. From there, I'll drive this side of the Mekong River, into Burma, Thailand and finally Malaysia. Home sweet home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/1600/traveldb9.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/400/traveldb9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK, realistically, It's not as simple as that. Firstly, the distance. As the crow flies, the distance is about 10,500 km. Driving on the surface, I think it would be safe to assume to be twice that number, about 20,000 km. Then theres the huge assumption (especially in Western China where it's just a huge dessert) that there would be roads at acceptable standards for me to drive on. Then there's reliability issues. Come on, how good the engineering would be, the DB9 is still considered a super car, and we all know that supercars have reliabilities of a 15 year old lorry. Oh, and let's not forget the smallish fact of where I'm gonna get £110,000 to buy the car. I can't even afford to pay off my debts, and that's only less than 2% of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the conversation I was having with a mate of mine, he said his resolution would be to quit smoking and get married to his fiance. I guess I should set driving the DB9 back home as my resolution for, say 2020. For this year, I guess I'll just have to lose wight and pay off my debts. Woohoo. Happy new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18660801-113604730037485069?l=speed-junkie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speed-junkie.blogspot.com/feeds/113604730037485069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18660801&amp;postID=113604730037485069' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18660801/posts/default/113604730037485069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18660801/posts/default/113604730037485069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speed-junkie.blogspot.com/2005/12/resolution-time-again.html' title='Resolution time... again?!??!?'/><author><name>Speed Junkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01353482886388969394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08614729749858316955'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18660801.post-113321670583676134</id><published>2005-11-28T22:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-29T21:25:12.573Z</updated><title type='text'>Competition is an essence of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/1600/Logo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/200/Logo.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In a global world where survivability and ability to compete comes hand in hand with each other, you're either competing, or you're out of the game. This fact does not only apply to managing a business, but it also applies to everyday life, from picking up the ladies (or men for that matter), to finding a job, to managing a country... If you can't handle the competition, then there's no way you can survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To compete, you have to know your strengths and build on them, and your weaknesses and improve on them. For those institutions that strive to win over the competition, they are actively improving, finding that little bit extra cutting edge that they can have over their fellow competitors. This is what Ferrari, one of the most successful super car manufacturers in the world today, have exemplified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The extra cutting edge, Ferrari reckons, is the touch of fresh imagination that only the youths of today can provide. In conjunction with world renowned Pininfarina, Ferrari has opened a competition among the students of top design schools worldwide to design and produce new concept designs for Ferrari's next generation of cars. In return, the top four finalists would receive a starting career within the company. Pretty fair don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 best concepts were chosen, and they will be scrutinised and judged by none other than the experts from both companies. The contenders couldn't be more exciting and interesting. The top 10 designs can be seen below in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/1600/f08.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/200/f08.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/1600/f10.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/200/f10.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/1600/f09.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/200/f09.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/1600/f06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/200/f06.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/1600/f07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/200/f07.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/1600/f05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/200/f05.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/1600/f04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/200/f04.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/1600/f01.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/200/f01.4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/1600/f02.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/200/f02.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/1600/f03.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/200/f03.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permit me to comment a bit on the designs. What a brilliant bunch of young designers they are. It really shows that art is a talent and comes from within, it definitely can't be learnt. But, I have to say that my least favourite concepts are number 10 and 4. Firstly, number 10, what is that little snout coming outfrom the front? It looks a bit like a really short penis with huge balls. Notice the side mirrors on design number 4? Here comes Shrek 3! Number 8 looks like the batmobile, and number 7, the SLR McMerc? Number 1 and 9 are my favourite. The two colour scheme makes them look modern, contemporary and sleek, yet retaining the curves of classical Ferrari designs. Now, the results are yet to be decided by Ferrari, but personally, I hope number 1 wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to Ferrari for this innovative feat. I really do hope they can continue producing engineering masterpieces such as the &lt;a href="http://speed-junkie.blogspot.com/2005/11/cosa-pi-vicina-perfezione.html"&gt;F430 Spyder&lt;/a&gt;, atleast until I can afford to own one. I have no idea when that would happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18660801-113321670583676134?l=speed-junkie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speed-junkie.blogspot.com/feeds/113321670583676134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18660801&amp;postID=113321670583676134' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18660801/posts/default/113321670583676134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18660801/posts/default/113321670583676134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speed-junkie.blogspot.com/2005/11/competition-is-essence-of-life.html' title='Competition is an essence of life'/><author><name>Speed Junkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01353482886388969394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08614729749858316955'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18660801.post-113227282720194998</id><published>2005-11-17T23:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-18T08:52:02.666Z</updated><title type='text'>New meaning to 'Fast Food'</title><content type='html'>For more than a couple of years now the whole motoring community have been gripped in anticipation. Since VW boss, Mr Piech in 2001 announced to the world about his dream car, and how it would be out in 2003, a lot of people just thought he was crazy. A 1000 hp 250mph (that’s 400kmh, 400!!!) car? You must be kidding me. It’s just a fantasy, no way is any car going to achieve that kind of speeds. It made mission impossible look like child’s play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/400/0511_bugatti_veryon_05_445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And true to his promise, albeit 2 and a half years late and after losing his job as VW’s top man, the Bugatti Veyron was unveiled to the public. A 987 hp (1001 PS), 8000cc W16 quad-turbo beast of a car, big numbers with seriously big implications. V max is electronically limited (I kid you not!) to 253mph or 407kmh. The powertrain produces 922 lb-ft at 2200-5000rpm, giving enough acceleration to go nought to sixty in just a mere 2.5 seconds. 200mph in 7.3 seconds. 7.3 seconds! A Mclaren F1 which goes up to 240mph takes longer just to reach 200mph from 100mph, heck, even pronouncing my name takes longer than that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/320/bugatti-15.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The most remarkable thing about this car is that even though it looks huge and clumsy, the handling is crisp and clean up to (according to VW) relatively low speeds of 180mph. The whole car actually weighs less then 2tonnes, amazing, especially with that huge 16 cylinder heart it has inside, which helps the handling. At those speeds, the rear spoilers and aero kits produce a total downforce in excess of 350kg. However, to go faster than that, the driving mode needs to change, and the aero kits and the spoilers configures themselves to reduce drag. At maximum speed, the downforce would reduce to only 50kg, where no cornering is recommended, unless you suddenly get the urge to go airborne.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/400/0511_bugatti_veryon_07_445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The interior reflects the kind of elegant and smart design you expect in buying an £800,000 car, with the centre console obviously becoming the focal point. I personally hate that flashy centre console; it looks like something that came from the DMC Delorian in Back to the Future. Apart from that, very nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/1600/100160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/400/100160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Overall, it is a real masterclass of engineering. I can only imagine the amount of hours spent in designing the cooling system for that W16, don’t forget the four turbochargers as well. That doesn’t include controlling the aerodynamics of the car, especially going at those speeds. This is definitely a great advert to engineering. Kudos to VW’s engineering excellence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, if I had £800 big ones lying around somewhere in my back pocket, would I buy one? Erm…unfortunately not. Let me list a few reasons why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s actually not very much I can do with that 1000hp at my disposal. I mean, of course I can go up to 250mph, but I need a frickin’ long straight runaway to do it, and unless I go to specialised tracks, or probably Antarctica, there’s no place to actually reach those speeds.&lt;br /&gt;The total amount of power from the engine is actually 3000hp. But 2/3 of that is lost to thermal dissipation through the cooling system and exhaust, and only 1000hp is transmitted to the road. That is a really inefficient engine, I tell you. Would be sad to see all those energy go to waste, especially since the energy comes from petrol, and with current prices, I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the main reason for me not buying this monstrosity is because of its looks. I know it looks cool, and very ‘garang’, but the more I look at it the more it resembles a slab of meat. I mean, I know the Germans love their meat, but to actually design a car to look like one seems quite ridiculous. And what’s with the Bugatti logo? It looks like one of those logos you see on canned food. Something like ‘Heinz’ or ‘SPAM’. £800,000 for a can of meat? I don’t think so. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It just gives a new meaning to the term ‘fast food’, doesn't it?!?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/400/meatbugatti.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/320/bugattilogo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bugatti Veyron 16.4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Price:&lt;/span&gt; £839,000&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Engine:&lt;/span&gt; 7993 cc 64-valve W16, quad-turbo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Power Output:&lt;/span&gt; 1001 PS/987 hp @ 6000 rpm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Torque:&lt;/span&gt; 922 lb/ft @ 2200-5000 rpm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Weight: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4612lb/1913kg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;0-62 mph:&lt;/span&gt; 2.5 seconds&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Top Speed:&lt;/span&gt; 252 mph/407kmh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fuel Consumption:&lt;/span&gt; 11.7 mpg combined&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Emissions CO2:&lt;/span&gt; 574g/km &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18660801-113227282720194998?l=speed-junkie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speed-junkie.blogspot.com/feeds/113227282720194998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18660801&amp;postID=113227282720194998' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18660801/posts/default/113227282720194998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18660801/posts/default/113227282720194998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speed-junkie.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-meaning-to-fast-food_17.html' title='New meaning to &apos;Fast Food&apos;'/><author><name>Speed Junkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01353482886388969394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08614729749858316955'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18660801.post-113190880922059399</id><published>2005-11-13T18:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-13T22:10:07.166Z</updated><title type='text'>Accidents, a seasonal issue?</title><content type='html'>The 9th&lt;em&gt; Ops Sikap&lt;/em&gt; campaign has just ended. 233 people lost their lives, apparently an increase of 16.5% compared to the previous year. In all, 13,462 separate accident cases were reported, which was an increase compared to the previous year, where 11,609 cases were reported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we've read alot in newspapers, we've heard alot from the telly and radio, about responses and reactions to this. Everyone seems to want to give their own point of view. These views basically gives the reasons behind why so many accidents occur. ranging from drivers having &lt;a href="http://www.utusan.com.my/utusan/archive.asp?y=2005&amp;dt=1113&amp;amp;pub=utusan_malaysia&amp;sec=rencana&amp;amp;pg=re_02.htm&amp;arc=hive"&gt;dual personalities&lt;/a&gt; to a rise in the number of cars on the road during this festive season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datuk Seri Musa Hassan, the police 2nd man, in his &lt;a href="http://www.utusan.com.my/utusan/archive.asp?y=2005&amp;amp;dt=1112&amp;pub=utusan_malaysia&amp;amp;sec=muka%5Fhadapan&amp;pg=mh_10.htm&amp;amp;arc=hive"&gt;press statement&lt;/a&gt;, told the Malaysian public that 70% of those accidents "were due to driver carelessness". He also gave a breakdown to the actual causes to those accidents. Wow, if you ask me, very impressive statistical analysis! (notice the sarcastical tone there...). But hold on, what were the reasons for the high number of accidents for last year's &lt;em&gt;Ops Sikap&lt;/em&gt;? How about the previous year before that, and the one before that, and the one before that? Sheesh, a 5 year old could give the same answer if asked what the main cause of accidents is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's all just take a step back from everything, and look at the bigger picture. What has been bugging me all this while is, since when accidents and people dying from accidents become a seasonal issue? Aren't the cops concerned about the number of accident cases during the rest of the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the police like to play with statistics, &lt;a href="http://www.rmp.gov.my/rmp03/stat.htm"&gt;then let's just do that then&lt;/a&gt;. For the whole of 2004, the total number of accidents reported was 156,420, and 2,810 deaths. Playing percentages, that means the 2004 festive season saw less than 10% of the total incidents for the whole year! So year by year they concentrate a high number of resources and cash just for about 2 weeks of driving madness from the public which only contributes less than 10% for the whole year, yet nothing can be seen for the other 50 weeks. Erm, isn't that stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year by year, festive seasons come and go, and year by year we'll hear about all these campaigns. From &lt;em&gt;Ops Pacak&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;Ops Statik a.k.a. Ops Statistik&lt;/em&gt;, to &lt;em&gt;Ops Sikap&lt;/em&gt;, yet year by year we see no improvements to the amount of accidents. And each year they ask the same question, what went wrong? Why have the numbers gone up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh...hello! Hello! Earth to the police...earth to the police... don't you see? It's not a festivity problem, it's an attitude problem! For 50 weeks, these stupid a*****e drivers have been allowed to roam freely, driving their cars and bikes like maniacs, causing accidents and deaths everywhere. And then for that 2 week period, you expect them to suddenly change and become ideal drivers, are you frickin' kidding me?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my point of view, having a concentrated effort and campaign for festive seasons won't solve anything. What is needed is a continuous year long campaign, to try and improve driving standards, to improve drivers' attitudes, and to make people realise the importance of on road manners. Don't get me wrong, I am a passionate fan for speeding, drifting and power slides, racing, and modding up cars. But there is a time and place to show off your car's capabilities, and doing it on public roads, at the expense of public safety is a definite no no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people might say that the car's safety features aren't good enough, especially for the affordable ones (I'm talking about Peroduas and Protons here). And people can't afford to buy cars with better safety features, because of the restrictions and taxes the government imposes on them. Yes, typical Malaysian attitude, always finding faults in other people. (Then again, my 'beloved' Malaysian government, please lift you protection for the local brands asap, we've had enough!!! To Proton and Peroduas, grow up and get your acts sorted out, you should be able to compete without the protection by now!) Unfortunately, even though having better safety features might actually reduce the number of deaths, but it won't reduce the number of accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, trying to improve Malaysian drivers' attitude is easier said than done, check that, no one is actually saying it's easy! And it's good to see the cops trying, earning their pay. But if people are dying, like every single day of the year, why are they concentrating their efforts just for the festive season? It just doesn't make any sense at all. I do hope the cops realise this quick, and changes can be seen soon. Having 3000 less lives every year is a real waste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18660801-113190880922059399?l=speed-junkie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speed-junkie.blogspot.com/feeds/113190880922059399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18660801&amp;postID=113190880922059399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18660801/posts/default/113190880922059399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18660801/posts/default/113190880922059399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speed-junkie.blogspot.com/2005/11/accidents-seasonal-issue.html' title='Accidents, a seasonal issue?'/><author><name>Speed Junkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01353482886388969394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08614729749858316955'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18660801.post-113166471239289794</id><published>2005-11-10T22:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-12T05:14:54.400Z</updated><title type='text'>A fine line between appreciation and fascination</title><content type='html'>I have always been crazy about cars. Seeing how much cars have developed down the years, the evolution from the ridiculous boxy and eye sore designs, to the more streamlined and aerodynamically optimised beautiful designs, from the petrol guzzling, environment destroying engines, to very efficient, environmental friendly engines, from clumsy and bumpy rides, to smooth and comfortable rides, it is unbelievable how far things have gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so in love with cars, so much so that once, my mate asked me, "which do you like better, cars or girls?". "Ahah...that is a very tough question" was my first reaction to it. And it was tough. Mind you, it wasn't the answer that was tough. The answer I already knew, it was how my mates would think of me that caused my hesitation. The answer was obvious, I love cars more than I do girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as expected, they said that I was a freak of nature, that I'm gay, that I'm a disgrace to all the men in the world. Well, obviously, I begged to differ. You see, I don't think I'm a freak of nature, I think that people like me are a rare breed. Through out my years living in this world, and of all the people that I've met and become friends with, I have only met two other people who were like me. Like I said, rare breed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think I'm a disgrace to all the men in the world, and I am definitely NOT GAY, I'll repeat that again, I'm definitely NOT GAY. Should I repeat again? Mmm... I think that would be enough. FYI, I am happily married, and I am 100% in love with my darling wife. So that's proof enough that I'm straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, it is really hard to explain this to other people, but I'd try my best. I see it as being in two categories, firsts, acknowledgement and appreciation, second admiration and fascination. Just follow me here, ok? If there's a young hot chick behind me, well of course I'll turn around to catch a glimpse of her. Once I see her, I'll acknowledge and appreciate her beauty, and that would be the end of it. I won't be gaping my mouth, or degrade her into a piece of my sexual fantasy. I think men who do that are just sexist pigs, and they should be shot on sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if a Flying Spur, a Corvette or an M5 were to be passing by, then it is totally a different matter. I'll explain this giving a real life example. I was in Manchester, quite some time ago, and I was at this pizza joint to grab a bite. I parked my car at the side of the road, got out and started to walk to the take away shop. Suddenly, out of no where came this low pitched noise. Slowly at first, then it got louder and louder. I knew I was in for a treat, as this was no ordinary sound, it was the sound of engine revvs. Not some bullshit modded up car with huge mufflers taken of an aeroplane. No, that engine sound was as sweet and as true as can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/320/112_0311_frst_lam_2_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sure enough, a few seconds later came this stunning green Gallardo cruising down the road. (That's a Lamborghini Gallardo for you guys not in the know). Oh my god, you could almost feel the rumble coming from that V10, vibrating your ear drums to a point of ecstasy. The driver wasn't speeding, he/she was just cruising by, showing off the car. It was probably some lame assed good for nothing spoilt brat student driving that car, but for all I cared, it was a magnificent piece of engineering. It fascinated me, and I was full of admiration. So there you have it, a simple and short (??) example to try and explain my passion for cars. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Should I be ashamed of loving cars more than I like women? Well, I for one don't think so. It's just my own preference, isn't it? I should be proud and be true to myself, and to perfectly honest, I am!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18660801-113166471239289794?l=speed-junkie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speed-junkie.blogspot.com/feeds/113166471239289794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18660801&amp;postID=113166471239289794' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18660801/posts/default/113166471239289794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18660801/posts/default/113166471239289794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speed-junkie.blogspot.com/2005/11/fine-line-between-appreciation-and.html' title='A fine line between appreciation and fascination'/><author><name>Speed Junkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01353482886388969394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08614729749858316955'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18660801.post-113162498957013430</id><published>2005-11-10T11:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-29T21:22:12.136Z</updated><title type='text'>Cosa Più Vicina A Perfezione</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The closest thing to perfection...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/1600/Logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/200/Logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, the new &lt;strong&gt;2005 F430 Spider&lt;/strong&gt; is a magnificent car. I had a chance to go up close and personal with this iconic masterpiece, and the experience did not disappoint. What better way to start out my blog than to write about this experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found out there was one parked in the workshop where I work, I knew I just had to see it. Walking there, I felt nervous. My heart was thumping hard. Weird, you say? Well, I've seen alot of great supercars before, the &lt;strong&gt;360 Modena&lt;/strong&gt;, the Lotus trio, &lt;strong&gt;Elise&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Exige&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Esprit&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;Dodge Viper&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Bentleys&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Aston Martin DB9&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;DB7&lt;/strong&gt; among others, and the only other car that made me feel nervous and giddy was the &lt;strong&gt;Mercedes-Benz Mclaren SLR&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The short journey seem to take forever. And then finally, I saw it. This red beast perched proudly on it's four wheels, it was a sight for sore eyes. From the back, the four tail pipes shining either side of the huge diffuser. Catching a glimpse of the beauty cover for the V8, as well as the sheer brilliance of the design stretching out to the front end of the car, there was almost like an aura coming from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/320/0502_ferrari_f430_spider_04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4480/363/320/0502_ferrari_f430_spider_05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I ran my fingers along the curves, I couldn't help but admire the beauty that sprawled naked in front of me. The soft top hood was up, although I wished it went topless. I reached the door handle, pulled the door open, and sat inside. As any sportscar, entering and exiting the car was a slight pain, but in this case it was good, because once you're in, you never want to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the driver's seat, I couldn't stop looking at the proud prancing horse right in front of me. The feeling of completeness came to me, knowing that if I was destined not to sit in another car for the rest of my life, it was ok, because at that moment I knew things wouldn't, couldn't even, get better than this. I was savouring every second of my time in the car, because I knew only a handful of people in the whole world have experienced what I was experienceing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out, and went straight to the engine bay, and again, the shear brilliance of how the engine was presented blew me away. The two rows of cylinders sat proudly and comfortably in the middle of the car. The engine was like a wolf in sheep's clothing, looked so harmless and pretty on the outside, but a raging menace with enough brute force to tear everything else to pieces on the inside. Ferrari won't let you forget that this piece of art you are looking at is theirs, so for good measure, they printed their name on the red beauty covers. If you asked me, I'd say it made the whole thing much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit bitter though, missing the opportunity to see this magnificent car being thrashed around the track. Especially since this was the first Ferrari with the new innovative electronic differential which improves traction and road holding under all conditions, a direct importation from their all Conquering F1 cars. I do hope I get this opportunity again some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F430 SPIDER&lt;br /&gt;BRIEF TECHNICAL SPECIFICATIONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;DIMENSIONS AND WEIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Length: 4512 mm (177.6 in)&lt;br /&gt;Width: 1923 mm (75.7 in)&lt;br /&gt;Height: 1234 mm (48.6 in)&lt;br /&gt;Wheelbase: 2600 mm (102.4 in)&lt;br /&gt;Front track: 1669 mm (65.7 in)&lt;br /&gt;Rear track: 1616 mm (63.6 in)&lt;br /&gt;Kerb weight: 1520* kg (3,351 lbs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ENGINE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type: 90° V8&lt;br /&gt;Bore x stroke: 92 mm x 81 mm (3.62 x 3.19 in)&lt;br /&gt;Unitary displacement: 538.5 cc (32.87 cu in)&lt;br /&gt;Total displacement: 4.308 cc (263 cu in)&lt;br /&gt;Compression ratio: 11.3:1&lt;br /&gt;Maximum power: 360.3 kW (490 hp/483 bhp at 8,500 rpm)&lt;br /&gt;Maximum torque: 465 Nm (47.4 kgm/343 lbs/ft) at 5,250 rpm&lt;br /&gt;Specific power output: 114 hp/l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;PERFORMANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top speed: &gt;310 km/h (over 193 mph)&lt;br /&gt;0-100 km/h: 4.1 seconds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18660801-113162498957013430?l=speed-junkie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speed-junkie.blogspot.com/feeds/113162498957013430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18660801&amp;postID=113162498957013430' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18660801/posts/default/113162498957013430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18660801/posts/default/113162498957013430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speed-junkie.blogspot.com/2005/11/cosa-pi-vicina-perfezione.html' title='Cosa Più Vicina A Perfezione'/><author><name>Speed Junkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01353482886388969394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08614729749858316955'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry></feed>