Subj: Brownie, V1, and Outburst
Date: 3/27/00 10:54:41 PM Eastern Standard Time

Hi all:
As much as I enjoy the acceleration/handling prowess of my NSX, the most enjoyment has come from "hanging" with the club members. I have never been associated with an organization that has so many truly nice people. At Lime Rock I met Aaron Chung and his wife. Although Aaron was teased about his driving etiquette for not replacing his divots during off track excursions, he always had a big smile on his face. I hope there will be another occasion that brings us together, for like so many of you (and you know who you are! :-), my life has been enriched from your presence.

Peter and Sylvia Mills have graciously allowed me to post the letter I mailed them on the net. As you know, I enjoy posting them, and most seem to enjoy them. After seeing how congested the Main List gets, I've decided to post most of my stories on the NE list. I feel the stories will be enjoyed more by those of you who know me. To those of you who don't, I look forward to meeting you in coming events.

Hi Peter and Sylvia.
Thanks again for having me over and treating me to those wonderful evening meals. But any meal becomes great when you're with good company (I'm practicing expressing my feminine side for Joanne :-)

The trip home: I stopped at the Mobile station to put some gas in the tank so I wouldn't have to stop in NJ. $10 ought to do it. (grumble) Seems like the gas barely traveled the length of the hose. Better make it $20. Putting the nozzle back in its holder after making the perfect pump ($20 exactly!), the attendant grabs my fuel cap (while my back was turned) and screws it on way past tight by several ratchets, then closes the fuel door! Sounding like machine gun fire I instinctively wanted to dive for the ground! Muttering under my breath I got into the car and headed for Saw Mill Rd. I was driving down Saw Mill Rd when I heard an indistinguishable sound (now what?). I slowed down, turned the radio off, and tried to determine where it was coming from. The muffled sound seemed to be coming from the right side of the car; then I got a hunch as to what it might be. Yup, sure enough, it was the brownie Sylvia gave me calling my name from inside the bag. With a smile, I proceeded to reach into the bag in preparation to send this tasty morsel to it's terminal fate. I'm sure you've seen the Fosters beer commercial, where they teach you how to speak Australian, by showing you a shark and calling it a guppy? Well, Sylvia knows how to speak Australian, I pulled out a brownie the size of a small brick! With a bigger smile I thought, "I'll just eat half now and save the rest for later." So much for that plan. Once I got started I couldn't stop until I bit into a hard spot (which turned out to be my finger). As I go to switch hands so that I can downshift, I noticed that I had chocolate all over my hand. Then I looked into my rearview mirror and pondered, "Were the people smiling at my car or the chocolate that was around my mouth?" Not wanting to let a good thing go to waste, I chose to use my tongue to lick the frosting from around my lips. This did not seem to impress the passer byes. Knowing that I only have until June to develop culture, I chose to use a napkin. Humm, didn't see one handy, can't grab the steering wheel yet, using my pants would be too messy; Oh well, these people don't know me, I guess I'll just have to keep licking. Ahhhh, so good! Now for a drink. I took the tamper resistant wrapper off the bottle and deposited into the brownie bag thinking; "That it sure would have been nice if Sylvia had put a.... napkin....in.....the bag." What a knuckle head, there in the bag, larger then life, was a napkin. Should have known, mothers are like that. Thanks Sylvia.
The trip through NJ was uneventful until I approached a sweeping curve. The V1 (radar detector) was starting to chirp. Nothing new, I've located many a motel and bank with it, but never, I repeat, never, has it identified one of the 35 patrol cars that were waiting in ambush. But this time it was acting different, could it be? I slowed down.......and YES!!!! Around the curve was a Commie, I mean NJ trooper aiming a radar gun at us! IT DOES WORK!!! The club members told me it would and to keep it, but it was hard not to return it after so many disappointments. (first time I was happy to find a radar trap)
Feeling good, my belly full, the radar detector detecting, and my hands clean enough to grab the wheel, I could feel an NSX acceleration outburst brewing inside me. Approaching a slower moving truck, it was a prime situation to downshift to 3rd (doing 70 MPH), and let the VTEC sing. Checking my mirrors, I saw two fast approaching vehicles spaced about 5 car lengths apart. Not wanting to miss a passing opportunity, I transformed into Maverick (in the movie titled Top Gun). "I'll just put on the brakes and let the first one blow by, then accelerate to their speed in no time flat. As the first one came even with my front bumper, I hit the afterburner, and matched his speed by the time his rear bumper passed my front. A quick glance in the mirror revealed I still had safe room to make a Champ Car style lane change, and away we went. I was impressed, and apparently so were the two guys in the car that I pulled in front of (culture tells me not to end this sentence with a preposition, but culture has been consumed by....TESTOSTERONE!) These two guys were pointing at my car with ear to ear smiles. "If you think that was impressive, (ha, haa), wait until the car in front pulls over!" The expression of the driver in front, as he looked at me through his rearview mirror was, "Where the heck did he come from!" As he got past the truck, he quickly pulled over, and with no cars in range, it was time for some "triple digit speeds baby!" This seemed so logical. As Peter told me, just think of all the gas you save when you coast back to speed limit. Well, lets just say; I saved a lot in that outburst. Three minutes later the two smiling guys catch up, sporting bigger grins as they passed.
Another great NSX weekend.
Larry G.
For those of you wondering what a Larry G. is; I am the unofficial, unrequested, can't shut him up, self proclaimed, story teller on the NE net.