Of course, regular readers will know how pregnant I am. Very. Undeniably. Ready to go. The salesman also realised this and so the first question he asked as we pulled out of the car yard was, "what kind of test drive do you want?"
Hubby tried to suppress his childish grin as M (the salesman) asked, 'performance or normal test?'
"Performance" was all hubby had to say. We went to some kinda back roads and M explained the test we would take ... "zero to 100, cornering at about 120 and braking whilst doing about 100-110 ..." M glanced at me, "will you be ok with that?" he asked. "Yeah, sure" I answered (also grinning like a freakin' idiot).
You see I fit into a strange category of women ... I LOVE fast cars. Powerful cars. Sexy cars. I want to wear a mini skirt and thigh high boots and step out of a sexy car after having pulled up from some astronomical speed!
The test began. This GTS can accelerate to 100 kph in just under 5 seconds. And it was proved to us! Fucking hot. Smoking hot. M then took a corner at 125 kph and the car was glued to the road. The he braked, hard, at about 105kph. We stopped on a dime. Awesome stuff. Damn!
Then it was hubby's turn to drive. We got onto the freeway and he let it go as much as he could. Unfortunately most WA drivers suck (right hand lane at 80ks) but he got it up to 125 in 4th gear, with shit loads of torque and 2 gears to spare!) easy! Nice smooth ass ride.
We returned to the yard and talked turkey. We learnt that if we ordered new we would get a BIGGER engine. Bigger. Hot damn!
We haven't decided if we will buy this car yet. But if we do, at least 2 things will occur. 1, hubby's age will decrease about 10 years and 2, I will be taking out a rather large life insurance policy on him!!

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