I just thought of this as a fun thread. I occasionally
give rides in my 996tt to relatives/friends-of-friends
who are not ready for the acceleration and lateral
G's this car can develop. The passenger reactions
can be interesting. My city-girl wife once insisted I let
her out on a winding mountain road to walk, rather
than go around one more corner. A brother-in-law
who can spout statistics about every Formula 1
race and driver got nauseated within 2 minutes,
and I had to buff out shoe marks on my dashboard
from his wife...

Joe

 

Usually my mom only gets scared. the other people i give rides to are usually young people like myself. they are all aboutu the adrenaline rush.
my mom, on the other hand, is quick to let me knwo im going over the speed limit
and my girlfriend wont drive with me in my porsche - she doesn't want to risk getting hurt or causing me to get in an accident becuase when im with her i get quite distracted

 

Good thread.

I gave a ride to a friend who had always projected this aura of a self-confident jock. I took a corner on just the edge of traction and he was squalin like a spanked baby. Funny as hell and I never let him forget it.

 

I have to admit that I'm scared when a driver takes a corner on a public street at the edge of traction. Maybe because I've seen some of my buddy's hurt or killed doing this on the street.

I'd rather scare a passenger with straight-line acceleration, and save the curves for myself.

 

Hell, I'm always scared if I'm not the one behind the wheel.....it's a control thing.

 

I usually take it very easy with passengers. I'm not a relaxed passenger myself, so I try not to scare anyone. Only time I've really scared anyone was at a dealership yrs ago.

I had my car in for service and was waiting, just walking around the showroom wasting time. The guy kept bugging me with typical salesman bs, I told him clearly that I was waiting for my car, it was purchased new at that dealership less than a year ago, and he just wouldn't let up. He wanted me to drive the newest turbo'd car they just got in and he was sure I'd buy it. I told him once again that I wouldn't buy it. He insisted that I drive it.

Funny thing. We were about a mile from a windy road (Covina Hills Road in SoCal), and I'd always raced on that road late at night, knew it with my eyes closed. We drove out from the dealership, and I told the guy I wanted to get away from high traffic areas and get out on a less populated road so I wouldn't be so nervous.

We get to CH Road, the first curve was a blind sweeping left and three cars were heading into it. I passed all three on inside (wrong side of the dbl yellow) and drifted through the turn in 3rd gear, grabbed fourth and started smoking up the road. The guy stopped talking, and nearly broke the door handle off. He didn't say a single word, was sweating profusely and looked like he was gonna puke any second. We pulled back into the dealership a little while later, I thanked him, shook his hand and he wobbled away.

 

When I first got the TT took my dad for a ride, he wont ride with me anymore. My friends like the corners and accleration. Now when I take the airplane out with a friend I can go from zero to them barfing in about 4-5 seconds! LOL

 

I am the same way.

 

That's fast!

 

a couple a month ago my friend wanted to buy the new m3 so i met with him to test drive it. salesman in the back seat. before pulling out of the dealer ship i noncholantly asked how to turn off the traction control. drop the clutch pulling out got it side ways while chirping gears. during the corse of the test drive he kept refering to the breakin period. yah yah yah. entered a corner at about 40mph, dropped it into first and lets just say he won't be telling anyone how to turn off the traction control anymore. yeah i know that is very dumb of me to endanger my passengers, but i what can i say i'm pretty damn selfish. drifting is just so fun to resist.

 

hell, if I could jump out when I drive I would. I scare me!

 

Made a girl cry several years back on a first date...she was yelling at me as she got out of the car, then barfed on my door.

This was in a 547 hp supercharged Mustang and all I did was run 0-125 on a city street...on DOT radials...slightly sideways through 3rd gear.

Oh well...any girl who can't handle that wouldn't have gotten a second date anyway.

 

usually i'm the one scared and driving at the same time....

 

My thoughts exactly. I used to work for an exotic car store as a salesman. We had a 600+ HP Singel Tubro IS300 with 215's on the rear. I take the customer for a ride first, show him the straight line acceleration, how it handled in the twisties, and of course drifted quite a bit. He's telling me the whole time about how he used to race cars and has a 800hp cobra and pretending like my skillz aren't phasing him though his so transparent to me. I realize its his turn to drive and I am like ****, this is the wrong car to be in the passanger seat without knowing the drivers experiences. The car was just so god damn agressive and unpredictable. Anyways, the car has a ceramic cluth in it with about 3mm of play between fully engaged and disengaged. Of course, he's stalling like a Helen Kellers horse.

We get going and I realize how ****in' dumb I am. With this class of car it should be soley my responsibility to drive. I can feel the rear tires breaking contact with the ground and the car moving slightly out of motion. This guy is way to aggressive with and I can tell he doesn't have the feel. We get on the free way and he's in 5th gear in no time flat, soon in 6th and I am looking at the speedo buried in the dash. I am watching cars go by like they aren't moving and I am thinking, "This is it, I am done." I really came to find contentment in that moment I was going to die. I am completely serious. I never said anything to him like "Slow Down" cause I was too busy trying to make amends with god. He gets off the freeway and I am like "What do you think" he gives me some gibba jabba about eh... the brakes aren't that great all this ****. I am like, okay, fine, lets take it easy from here out, we need to get the temps down. He ignores my request and continues beating on the car. I once again retun to my little happy place of anticipating my demise. We get back to the store and I am pretty livid. I start a small arguement with the guy and proceed to escort him into my GM's office. Of course, we couldn't get anywhere with him. I have never been so angry in my life.

 

Just read Super D's story. You suck.

Edit. Eric sucks, too.