So for some reason I woke up at 4:00 AM this morning, Saturday. Dark. Spent some time on the Web and read a book. At 6:00 I went to the local coffee shop and was talked into something called an eggnog latte (ugh). As I was leaving, I realized that there was little traffic on the roads, and the V was warmed up, so I turned left instead of right and headed for the hills.
There's a three mile stretch that runs up the foothills from I-15 to a reservoir above Riverside. It's all twisties, with some turns that approach switchback status. I ran up it at ludicrous speed until I caught up to a slow mover and had to back off. At the top, I hung a U and ran back down again with the windows down, then back up even faster with nobody in the way. And down again. Wide awake, now.
Amongst all the posts about car problems and dealer problems, I just wanted to post a thread that's about the sheer joy of driving this car.
There's a three mile stretch that runs up the foothills from I-15 to a reservoir above Riverside. It's all twisties, with some turns that approach switchback status. I ran up it at ludicrous speed until I caught up to a slow mover and had to back off. At the top, I hung a U and ran back down again with the windows down, then back up even faster with nobody in the way. And down again. Wide awake, now.
Amongst all the posts about car problems and dealer problems, I just wanted to post a thread that's about the sheer joy of driving this car.