Cosseh in M6 arse munching shocker!
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Oh, bloody hell.
That quirky Bangleapple of my affections just got it's arse well and truly served up on a platter and the waiter was the default blue collar drubbing artist, yes that Fastest of Fast Fords, Edward McCosworth.
I'm man enough to admit to such petty pride indentations but it was one of those moments where the realisations threw up as many questions as they did despressing conclusions re the overthrowing of regular and imo, correct, automotive propriety.
I mean, the M6 is hardly slow by most standards but if it is so susceptible to rufflement at the hands of so virile a comer, does it condemn you to drive around in yer blown 'og, just in case these uber fastbacks occasionally pop into the equation?
Then again, was nitrous the deliverer of such abject, automotive dismissal? If so, perhaps I should be man enough to take it on the chin and move on but no, hypocrisy was never my forte so acknowledging the fact of this battering at the hands of some bomber jacketed doorman against a normality of rolling indomitability - it does affect me - and I need counselling.
Otoh, maybe I held something back: 9 pts is a sobering subconscious limiter and after so many run ins with 'empathetic' Trafpol {God bless you, gents
} over the years, the last thing I could risk was any form of perceived racing.
No, no, I must have deliberately left one shard of dilithium unlit; as he shot up behind me and past across a slip road's chevrons, blasting right out into an outside lane, I figured any on coming officer(s) would've been hugely unimpressed so again, the angel on my shoulder won the raging debate in my head.
Then, as the traffic cleared, the sight of the bewinged interloper had me harrumphing at the bit: how the hell I didn't go for some double tonned blast of furious pride restoration I do not know but now, sat here with a coffee and some mild sedative, I'm quite glad I didn't.
There's something so 'rats in a trap' about much of UK driving and all the infinite permutations of individual psychoses which underpin the seemingly limitless scope for on road foolery are little more than a recipe for disaster.
In a cold sweat, I rang one of PH's finer gents, Anniesdad who had recently acquired a rather splendid MkII 996 GT3.
I waffled on for a few minutes about the wonder of that car's essence and how maturity should deliver a continuous, psychological respite from the ravages of my little experience and it was mentioned how all our cars and appreciations of others were recognition of, for want of a better expression, horses for courses - one should appreciate cars' various strengths almost in isolation.
Even so, it was a reminder that where it counts, in the non-banning realms of UK motoring today, you really do need a sodding great stick if you suffer that inadequacy which desires a need for automotive hegemony.
Sorry.

That quirky Bangleapple of my affections just got it's arse well and truly served up on a platter and the waiter was the default blue collar drubbing artist, yes that Fastest of Fast Fords, Edward McCosworth.
I'm man enough to admit to such petty pride indentations but it was one of those moments where the realisations threw up as many questions as they did despressing conclusions re the overthrowing of regular and imo, correct, automotive propriety.
I mean, the M6 is hardly slow by most standards but if it is so susceptible to rufflement at the hands of so virile a comer, does it condemn you to drive around in yer blown 'og, just in case these uber fastbacks occasionally pop into the equation?
Then again, was nitrous the deliverer of such abject, automotive dismissal? If so, perhaps I should be man enough to take it on the chin and move on but no, hypocrisy was never my forte so acknowledging the fact of this battering at the hands of some bomber jacketed doorman against a normality of rolling indomitability - it does affect me - and I need counselling.

Otoh, maybe I held something back: 9 pts is a sobering subconscious limiter and after so many run ins with 'empathetic' Trafpol {God bless you, gents
} over the years, the last thing I could risk was any form of perceived racing. No, no, I must have deliberately left one shard of dilithium unlit; as he shot up behind me and past across a slip road's chevrons, blasting right out into an outside lane, I figured any on coming officer(s) would've been hugely unimpressed so again, the angel on my shoulder won the raging debate in my head.
Then, as the traffic cleared, the sight of the bewinged interloper had me harrumphing at the bit: how the hell I didn't go for some double tonned blast of furious pride restoration I do not know but now, sat here with a coffee and some mild sedative, I'm quite glad I didn't.
There's something so 'rats in a trap' about much of UK driving and all the infinite permutations of individual psychoses which underpin the seemingly limitless scope for on road foolery are little more than a recipe for disaster.
In a cold sweat, I rang one of PH's finer gents, Anniesdad who had recently acquired a rather splendid MkII 996 GT3.
I waffled on for a few minutes about the wonder of that car's essence and how maturity should deliver a continuous, psychological respite from the ravages of my little experience and it was mentioned how all our cars and appreciations of others were recognition of, for want of a better expression, horses for courses - one should appreciate cars' various strengths almost in isolation.
Even so, it was a reminder that where it counts, in the non-banning realms of UK motoring today, you really do need a sodding great stick if you suffer that inadequacy which desires a need for automotive hegemony.
Sorry.


Edited by derestrictor on Saturday 21st March 16:04
As he was sitting in his velour seat, sweeping the ginster pasty wrapper of the plastic dash and wondering what the faint white smoke was.... you could sit back, select impulse speed and crank up the Logic7 for some proper luxurious wafting.... and deliberate on whether autos or manuals were best as an enthusiasts car when based in the UK... 
I LOVE the fact our cars give the luxury, a reasonable does of practicality, don't look too bling (hello Bentley!), rare enough for the enthusiasts "nod" and yet will seriously haul down either autobahn or track if you so wish. Master of any of these realms they may not be but they certainly do a damn fine job of giving you 70%-90% in each and a 100% grin.

I LOVE the fact our cars give the luxury, a reasonable does of practicality, don't look too bling (hello Bentley!), rare enough for the enthusiasts "nod" and yet will seriously haul down either autobahn or track if you so wish. Master of any of these realms they may not be but they certainly do a damn fine job of giving you 70%-90% in each and a 100% grin.
Dubbya,
I just can't drive like a complete arse when others are about any more and this was a very, very busy junction to be joined.
Maybe the corpulent coup did/would've have the legs on the damn thing but there's no getting away from at best, the closeness of any differential.
Even so, cheers for the the considered appraisal of the broader sweep of the repertoire at hand.
Phew!

I just can't drive like a complete arse when others are about any more and this was a very, very busy junction to be joined.
Maybe the corpulent coup did/would've have the legs on the damn thing but there's no getting away from at best, the closeness of any differential.
Even so, cheers for the the considered appraisal of the broader sweep of the repertoire at hand.
Phew!


This sort of thing happens when you are subconsciously holding a bit back. You had your nine points. Today, I had a 3 series compact nearly keeping up on a great road I know reasonably well, but was driving for the first time in the DB9. It had tight 90 degree corners, so I was not pushing too hard in a car whose handlng and brakes I'm still getting the measure of, but I was still miffed to see this pleb in the rear view. My ego was salved when he pulled into a house along the road, showing himself to be a denizen of those parts.
Edited by Zod on Saturday 21st March 22:31
Be satisfied you will allways have this in your back pocket.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6DzsdSWTMug
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6DzsdSWTMug

I would rather take your M6 ANY DAY! i'm sure your car is just as quick, and besides...the M6 can have you sit at 160-170mph all day long in comfort. knowing it still has more to come if needed for some reason! M6 has class about it, may not be the prettiest of cars, but it certainly has an awful lot of presence, and for that, and it's truly spectacular performance for a big bruiser, it absolutely love the thing.
brilliant motorway muncher, or great B road blaster. I'd have just let him pass knowing you have the far superior piece of engineering. M6 is a properly good car mate!
brilliant motorway muncher, or great B road blaster. I'd have just let him pass knowing you have the far superior piece of engineering. M6 is a properly good car mate!
E21_Ross said:
I would rather take your M6 ANY DAY! i'm sure your car is just as quick, and besides...the M6 can have you sit at 160-170mph all day long in comfort. knowing it still has more to come if needed for some reason! M6 has class about it, may not be the prettiest of cars, but it certainly has an awful lot of presence, and for that, and it's truly spectacular performance for a big bruiser, it absolutely love the thing.
brilliant motorway muncher, or great B road blaster. I'd have just let him pass knowing you have the far superior piece of engineering. M6 is a properly good car mate!
brilliant motorway muncher, or great B road blaster. I'd have just let him pass knowing you have the far superior piece of engineering. M6 is a properly good car mate!




dubbs said:
E21_Ross said:
I would rather take your M6 ANY DAY! i'm sure your car is just as quick, and besides...the M6 can have you sit at 160-170mph all day long in comfort. knowing it still has more to come if needed for some reason! M6 has class about it, may not be the prettiest of cars, but it certainly has an awful lot of presence, and for that, and it's truly spectacular performance for a big bruiser, it absolutely love the thing.
brilliant motorway muncher, or great B road blaster. I'd have just let him pass knowing you have the far superior piece of engineering. M6 is a properly good car mate!
brilliant motorway muncher, or great B road blaster. I'd have just let him pass knowing you have the far superior piece of engineering. M6 is a properly good car mate!





E21_Ross said:
dubbs said:
E21_Ross said:
I would rather take your M6 ANY DAY! i'm sure your car is just as quick, and besides...the M6 can have you sit at 160-170mph all day long in comfort. knowing it still has more to come if needed for some reason! M6 has class about it, may not be the prettiest of cars, but it certainly has an awful lot of presence, and for that, and it's truly spectacular performance for a big bruiser, it absolutely love the thing.
brilliant motorway muncher, or great B road blaster. I'd have just let him pass knowing you have the far superior piece of engineering. M6 is a properly good car mate!
brilliant motorway muncher, or great B road blaster. I'd have just let him pass knowing you have the far superior piece of engineering. M6 is a properly good car mate!





You wouldnt like an old escort up your chuff if youd just paid 40k for one let alone 90k!
CarbonM5 said:
E21_Ross said:
dubbs said:
E21_Ross said:
I would rather take your M6 ANY DAY! i'm sure your car is just as quick, and besides...the M6 can have you sit at 160-170mph all day long in comfort. knowing it still has more to come if needed for some reason! M6 has class about it, may not be the prettiest of cars, but it certainly has an awful lot of presence, and for that, and it's truly spectacular performance for a big bruiser, it absolutely love the thing.
brilliant motorway muncher, or great B road blaster. I'd have just let him pass knowing you have the far superior piece of engineering. M6 is a properly good car mate!
brilliant motorway muncher, or great B road blaster. I'd have just let him pass knowing you have the far superior piece of engineering. M6 is a properly good car mate!





You wouldnt like an old escort up your chuff if youd just paid 40k for one let alone 90k!
Thanks, guys, I feel a bit better now. 
Tbh, (and there's no point me denying the pathetic slight to the said automotive ego
) duly irritated by the Cosworthian slight, I made out on the Sabbath, endeavouring to uncover where it had all gone so terribly wrong.
Principally, the selected level of 'M-brutality.' For some time now it's been apparent that certainly the feel of uber schnell has been at it's most pointed minus DSC and with cog swappage maximised.
Whilst unpleasant for passengers, the thuggish efficacy of horizon haul in this most savage of sets is something which for those moments of all too rare, 100% hedonism, excuses any Achillean issues elsewhere within the repertoire and delivers something truly memorable and rare ito violent, GT flingage.
Finding somewhere appropriate and burying the requisite pedal where it needed horizontal slumber, I suddenly realised things were happening with more immediacy and that small, psychological devil was holding sway in the bonce dept. I mean it's just devastating...
Yes, I can no longer drive like a twunt in or near to other traffic: as I've discussed with an eminent veteran of PH Euro and other Hoons variously, consideration of other road users is something which age and painful experience dictate to form an irreducible, ruddy great subconscious psychological trafpol!
I'm sure that Cossie was an awesome feat of gruntage but ultimately, he was at 101%, I had probably been hovvering closer to 80. At least, that's my rationale and I'm sticking to it. I'll get my Horlicks...

Tbh, (and there's no point me denying the pathetic slight to the said automotive ego
) duly irritated by the Cosworthian slight, I made out on the Sabbath, endeavouring to uncover where it had all gone so terribly wrong.Principally, the selected level of 'M-brutality.' For some time now it's been apparent that certainly the feel of uber schnell has been at it's most pointed minus DSC and with cog swappage maximised.
Whilst unpleasant for passengers, the thuggish efficacy of horizon haul in this most savage of sets is something which for those moments of all too rare, 100% hedonism, excuses any Achillean issues elsewhere within the repertoire and delivers something truly memorable and rare ito violent, GT flingage.
Finding somewhere appropriate and burying the requisite pedal where it needed horizontal slumber, I suddenly realised things were happening with more immediacy and that small, psychological devil was holding sway in the bonce dept. I mean it's just devastating...

Yes, I can no longer drive like a twunt in or near to other traffic: as I've discussed with an eminent veteran of PH Euro and other Hoons variously, consideration of other road users is something which age and painful experience dictate to form an irreducible, ruddy great subconscious psychological trafpol!
I'm sure that Cossie was an awesome feat of gruntage but ultimately, he was at 101%, I had probably been hovvering closer to 80. At least, that's my rationale and I'm sticking to it. I'll get my Horlicks...

haha, glad you're better
I have no idea what M mode does for the M6, but having been in an E92 M3 when it's in 'normal mode' and then suddenly having that M button pushed the whole car is transformed. throttle response, steering, dampers etc you name it. The car just becomes an animal; a very fast one at that.
I have no idea what M mode does for the M6, but having been in an E92 M3 when it's in 'normal mode' and then suddenly having that M button pushed the whole car is transformed. throttle response, steering, dampers etc you name it. The car just becomes an animal; a very fast one at that.Gassing Station | M Power | Top of Page | What's New | My Stuff





