...my boss handed me the keys to his R8. I didn't ask why. It made for an interesting lunch. Especially when it started with him giving instructions on how to use the launch control in the company parking lot...
Be careful. The keys to his car . . . did he pay for lunch too? What time are you suppose to get off?
everytime I guess the phrase "I'll have a tossed salad for lunch" takes on a whole new meaning around you huh
You ain't got a hair on your ass if it doesn't need tires. My boss let me take his 911 to his house from work one day, with another guy following. There are a couple curves on Salem avenue that you can infact get a 911 slideways at about 70!
Wait a minute, I saw an R8 coming out of parking lot onto Northside Dr just west of I75 around lunch time. Was that you? I was in a white truck with my Ninjette strapped to the back.
Jersey Mike's, but that's not really the point... I was actually pretty impressed. For a car with that much capability, it was pretty manageable and predictable. I drove a GTS at Skip Barber a few years ago that was neither of those things.
I've often wondered why they would just hand over the keys to such expensive cars. Is it because they know we race motorcycles and think we can handle it? Have they missed the Monday morning talks where we spell out exactly why we crashed our brains out over the weekend?
Who knows. He's probably like I would be if I had money. What's the point in having a nice car if you can't enjoy it. And I don't think he's seen the shots of me from last years GNF...
I had a boss that handed me the keys to his Lamborghini Diablo. Man that thing was sweet and sounded great. I use to think I would make enough money to own one myself someday. That was before my kid got into racing and the economy took a hit.