I really and truely do feel bad for bumping such an old thread, but I have some news. The Supra has been sold. On 93 octane it burned through a tank of gas like nothing, even when cruising. It went for $18,500 to a fairly rich guy in the city. He says he has plans to race ready it, and have it competing at tracks within the next few months. I took my last drive in it after school on Friday, lets just say I pushed the limits pretty hard. I pretty much revved it to the line, dumped the clutch, countered the back end kicking out, and powered over untill it hooked up. It chirped shifting into third, I don't know if it was the tires, or the damp airstrip, but it felt so amazing......let the writing begin
I reset my hand in the wheel, gripped the shifter, dumped the boost pressure, threw it into third, mashed the gas, and it chirped. It was a sign of life, the car was telling me it didn't want to leave. I felt bad, so I cooled off and stopped. I evaluated the situation, airstrip, half tank of gas, old tires with a fresh set ready to be picked up before the sale, open space, and my right foot. So I did something foolish that I never though I would do. I lit it up, and I lit it up good. A good 15 second burnout in second gear low rpms, feathering the gas, I smelt the smoke, I felt the engine, I saw my work of art. "This is stupid" I thought, "Wasting tires" I stopped, car off, eyes closed, slow breathing. Everything was quiet, and at that point I knew what had to be done was done, I creeped back over to the gates, tossed over the keys, told him to be nice, and cried on my ride home. Twas then my goal changed from trying to attach myself to that car, to planning the build up of what one day will be an amazing machine. Let there be peace, let there be speed, let there be passion...
~Bryan~