My ears hurt, my back hurt and my left leg hurt......why the feck did we not do this sooner. Me and Alan spent most of the time shouting at each other, not because we were angry or annoyed but because is so fecking noisey
Alan 'where the fuck did that go'
Me 'In the back somewhere, should i stop'
Alan 'NO, GET IT INTO 4TH'
Me 'How'
Alan 'WITH THE FUCKING GEARSTICK'
Alan then scrambled around behind the seats to find the wayward gearknob and re attach it
Bearing in mind that we weren't pushing it, only using half throttle and part revs and Gordon had turned the boost down, I am more than very happy with how if feels at the moment.
The induction noise, the whistling of the turbo, the chatter of the wastegate.....when Alan was driving, it was almost like i could feel and hear everything the engine was doing from the fuel being injected, the pistons rising and falling, the crank turning..........I truely did not want to stop driving:)
I know it's a little sad (well a lot), but there you go, it's how it made me feel...like a kid again.