Hey all... just thought I'd share my experience with a very sexy 350Z last night.
Stock 2002 WRX with gutted uppipe
late year (latest body-style before the 370) 350Z with ???? mods
I see this zed rolling through traffic... weaving in and out of cars. Cute, I think to myself. A few lights later and, well, let's just say I found a way to be neck and neck with him.
I don't race, ever. I have never raced on my R6 and I certainly never raced in my first vehicle, which was a '99 Jeep Cherokee. So this is important... he revv's the beast next to me and something inside of me just seemed to flick the 'fcuk it' switch.
Light turns green. Both of us launch forward, and from the dig, I'm screaming forward, pushing a car length and some change or so away. However as my wonderfully thought-out transmission pushes towards the tail end of second gear, I no longer am pulling away from the Zed. Into third gear I go, peeking at my passenger mirror- Zed's creepin up on me... fourth gear, we're trading places...
I never hit fifth gear because I decided that triple digits aren't exactly why I made the move over from a bike to my wonderful subie.
I got a lot of respect for Nissan. They make fine cars, and I enjoy how their cars are driven by the same type of passion and love that Subarus are built with. It was really nice to know my little 2 liter 5-speed ran with a zed until fourth gear.
Oh yeah, and at the next light, the dude cracks the window (deep tint) and throws a wave and a smile... I throw one back and part our ways. Gotta love mutual respect.
Anyone race these beauties? They sure do have mean exhaust notes. This one did anyway.