Now I know why you guys gave it the nickname.
After 1200 mile service today, Sport on, DSC off, 1400 rpm, dump the clutch and Lordy, Lordy. Thought about the shift at ~ 6500 rpm and made it without bouncing the rev limiter (I must not be trying hard enough), catching second hard, with the slight step to the right that only a limited slip will give.
Again the sweet siren song of jeweled machinery spinning back up into the music range, propelling these two tons as if by electromotive rail gun technology.
I am INTOXICATED by this machine. I am overwhelmed by its capability, placing my relative driving skill in stark contrast. I need to go to driving school. I need to go to the track at Summit Point.
I need to keep my license and resist the temptations on the street. Mere mortals driving the other cars on the road have no idea how much self control it takes to drive this car sedately.
I need to go to the 7-11 for milk - the one 35 miles away.

Yee Haa ! ! !
Steve