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i love driving..

i love driving..:)

i really do... actualy i find it orgasmic at times..i can not contemplate life with out driving/riding...

:)


I believe you.

I certainly know that if you challenge the idea of driving - in whatever forum - you get the most bizarre and irrational responses. It clearly motivates people on a deeply pre-rational emotional/sexual leval.

In many ways it is the closest thing we have created to Brave New World's "feelies" - a closed personal zone, where life is experienced on an utterly individual plane, through the hands and feet, yet at the same time visualised and experienced on an intellectual level.

It is the Great act of public Masturbation de nos jours.

Not that I'm against wanking, you understand, but I think - as a society - we're not quite ready for it to be the primary public activity yet. Also I think that actual wanking is probably more pleasurable, albeit it doesn't replace buses or trains quite as effectively in terms of personal mobility.
 
I love driving... on the golf course. When you hit it right and watch that little white dot fly off down the fairway, there's nothing better than that.
 
Driving the Maxima: tedious due to traffic and lack of "get up and go".
Riding the CBR1100xx Blackbird: pleasure every moment, even more so when twisties involved...(thanks Pie 1 for the pic)
Buying the Honda S2000 with supercharger from my roommate: a distinct possibility as it combines car and bike.
 
In many ways it is the closest thing we have created to Brave New World's "feelies" - a closed personal zone, where life is experienced on an utterly individual plane, through the hands and feet, yet at the same time visualised and experienced on an intellectual level.

It's like sailing or horse-riding or, for that matter, cycling. It demands skill, it can be exhilarating or it can be relaxing, and doing it well imparts a sense of satisfaction. It also gets you to where you want to be.
 
You'd be surprised, I once went round Knockhill with a BTC race driver at the helm of a beat-up Renault Espace - terrifying - probably due more to the body roll and tyre histrionics rather than the speed.

LOL!

Ive got a hot hatch wannaba (i couldnt afford the hot hatch i wanted so i went for the 1.6vtec model instead)..... I dont think it'd be the quickest thing in the world, but it does stick to the road like glue.
 
It's like sailing or horse-riding or, for that matter, cycling. It demands skill, it can be exhilarating or it can be relaxing, and doing it well imparts a sense of satisfaction. It also gets you to where you want to be.

I have tbh here, driving a car never feels as good as flying a hull on my dart 16, or getting on the plane on my windsurf kit...... water just feels faster when your going slower if that makes sense, also not having an engine powering you is great too!
 
I don't love driving my car much, too heavy and sluggish, you don't feel involved in the action. Cycling, skydiving, skiing, rowing and so on all leave you more exposed and more intouch. Course driving can be fun but not often if i'm driving in a sensible, safe fashion.
 
I don't like driving. Its a means to an end for me and I constantly think other people are going to kill me on the road - or me them.

I only passed my test in case I really need to drive in the future. But I can't really afford to run a car in London and wouldn't really want to anyway. Even renting one is out of the question because I have only had my license since April and you need to have had one for at least a year :( :mad:

The drivers license is a nice alternative ID though to carrying round my sodding passport to the supermarket and to bars etc.
 
I believe you.

I certainly know that if you challenge the idea of driving - in whatever forum - you get the most bizarre and irrational responses. It clearly motivates people on a deeply pre-rational emotional/sexual leval.

In many ways it is the closest thing we have created to Brave New World's "feelies" - a closed personal zone, where life is experienced on an utterly individual plane, through the hands and feet, yet at the same time visualised and experienced on an intellectual level.

It is the Great act of public Masturbation de nos jours.

Not that I'm against wanking, you understand, but I think - as a society - we're not quite ready for it to be the primary public activity yet. Also I think that actual wanking is probably more pleasurable, albeit it doesn't replace buses or trains quite as effectively in terms of personal mobility.

you calling me a wanker? :hmm::D

thing is i can't get to work any other way, not walk, not cycle, not horse, not boat, not hang gliding, not windsurfing, not skiing, not plane ( whats that about eh?... (not very 'U75') not even bus, train or tube and most defenitly not taxi ... so i have to drive and i enjoy it meh..shoot me :rolleyes:
 
i love driving..:)

i really do... actualy i find it orgasmic at times..i can not contemplate life with out driving/riding...

:)

I love driving, too. Though I've been borrowing Herself's Saxo a bit lately, and that has certainly taken the joy out of it. My Celica, which isn't anything special in terms of power or special equipment, enables me to "feel" the road, and manoeuvre in a way which always feels positive and safe (even more with those new shocks!), while the phrase "pig on stilts" could have been coined for the Saxo.

The difference feels like being able to go around a bend on a smooth flowing path in the Celica, while the Sax feels like it has to do it in a series of straight lines. When I'm trying to explain to people why (say) parallel parking isn't THAT hard, I say it's about seeing everything in terms of curves rather than lines...but if many cars feel like that Citroen, it's no wonder that people tend to think more in straight lines and angles.

I expect that driving for the love of it will become a dying art, but there is enormous satisfaction to be had from doing a particular journey and driving it as well as you can: sometimes I "play games" like trying not to ever need to use the brakes, by anticipating hazards so that I can let the car's speed adjust naturally. Zipping around at (legal) speed is thrilling, but it's hard to feel the finesse when all you're trying to do is go Very Quickly.

But driving is definitely more fun when you're not doing it in a one litre shopping trolley.

I love driving.

I hate driving on the road in the UK, it's become a joyless practise.
I suppose that my problem with speed cameras and the overabundance of signage is that it has reduced the pleasure of driving in the UK, yes. Part of being able to rejoice in being able to try to do something as skilfully as possible is the ability to make one's own judgements, and that is taken away far more than I think is necessary by the way in which you're even told, for example, when - and by how much - you should be slowing down in order to arrive at the speed restriction for a village. I wouldn't dispute that we NEED to slow down for villages, and I often think that 30 is too fast for some smaller and more twisty roads in built-up areas, but to have to get down to 40 - and run the risk of being speed camera-ed of you don't - on the way down to 30 by a particular point on the road feels deskilling.

Driving in France, where they DO have cameras, and where speed limits are broadly similar to here, feels like much more fun. There isn't the sense that you are not trusted to make your own judgements that I get here.
 
ooo agnes..sweet words..you get exaCTly where i'm coming from:cool::)

i went the whole day last week not using my brakes , just the gearbox...because i could...:D

and as for overtaking as the music playing is 'coming up' well....
 
ooo agnes..sweet words..you get exaCTly where i'm coming from:cool::)

i went the whole day last week not using my brakes , just the gearbox...because i could...:D

and as for overtaking as the music playing is 'coming up' well....

Ah yes, the music playing :D

I don't have a particularly amazing sound system in the car - I bunged in a fairly cheap Blaupunkt MP3/CD/radio thing, but blitzing down the motorway at, er, 70 with anything from ZZ Top to the Berlioz Requiem (via, perhaps, a spot of Muse or blues) takes some beating.

Though sometimes just letting the engine rev out and hearing the tyres just beginning to let go as you accelerate off a roundabout is its own music.

Yum. I would hate to have to go back to something mundane (a Ford Mundane?) when the Celica ends up in the great scrapyard in the sky. Better start saving up, I think, perhaps for another Celica...
 
I can't be bothered with finicky headphones in my helmet, they always fall out, so I prefer to sing rock ballads instead :cool:

Best driving experience I've had was this summer when I took the bike down to the south of france. Being "somewhere in the middle of france" with nothing but fields to the horizon all around you, an open road in front of you, nowhere to be, no important choices to make beyond "fill it up at this station or the next one"... then coming back at the end, on the Calais road following a guy on a custom at 100mph for about 50 miles with about 5 cars in sight, through the midsummer sunshine...

Yes, yes and...yes! :D
 
Just caned it from north Holland to Calais this week and hit a few cameras outside amstedam in a 90 km limit- never had a European ticket come through yet.

*speaks too soon *
 
I can't be bothered with finicky headphones in my helmet, they always fall out, so I prefer to sing rock ballads instead :cool:

Best driving experience I've had was this summer when I took the bike down to the south of france. Being "somewhere in the middle of france" with nothing but fields to the horizon all around you, an open road in front of you, nowhere to be, no important choices to make beyond "fill it up at this station or the next one"... then coming back at the end, on the Calais road following a guy on a custom at 100mph for about 50 miles with about 5 cars in sight, through the midsummer sunshine...

Yes, yes and...yes! :D

France throws up some blinding routes on near empty roads, but has a propensity to find yourself hammering down a country road and being confrnted by either:

a) 82 year old farmer Gilles in his 1965 2Cv doing a smooth 40 kmph in the middle of the road


b) 40 year old farmer Henri in his HUGE shit encrusted tractor , doing 20 kmph in the middle of the road

scarey!
 
France throws up some blinding routes on near empty roads, but has a propensity to find yourself hammering down a country road and being confrnted by either:

a) 82 year old farmer Gilles in his 1965 2Cv doing a smooth 40 kmph in the middle of the road


b) 40 year old farmer Henri in his HUGE shit encrusted tractor , doing 20 kmph in the middle of the road

scarey!
Or Farmer Georges pulling out from a side road at 5 kph in his tracteur encrouté de merde secure in the knowledge that priorité à droite was only (mostly) rescinded, ooh, depuis dix ans, so there's time...
 
Just caned it from north Holland to Calais this week and hit a few cameras outside amstedam in a 90 km limit- never had a European ticket come through yet.

*speaks too soon *

They are getting better and better at tracking people down, and it is only a matter of time before it start to become worth the effort.

There is also the risk of being picked up on a future trip and (possibly) suddenly finding yourself up for quite a lot of unpaid fines *cough*...
 
Or Farmer Georges pulling out from a side road at 5 kph in his tracteur encrouté de merde secure in the knowledge that priorité à droite was only (mostly) rescinded, ooh, depuis dix ans, so there's time...

Apparently UK police & French police are collaborating more & more to catch the ever-increasing numbers of UK drivers speeding in France. Still, I think you'd have to be unlucky to get caught for it.

Another vote for loving driving here, I have to have been stuck in some particularly long traffic jams for several days on the trot to even begin to get fed up with the inside of my car.
 
overtaking as the music playing is 'coming up' well....
I had a sweet moment yesterday. Having come down a local hill littered with lovely hairpins, the road then breaks open to for about 2 miles with a huge gentle curve that you can see all of - (no hedge rows in Switz) & Bjorks Hyper-Ballard broke into full swing just as I was flooring it.
:cool:
 
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