I stand.......corrected.
Let me try again.
So,.....I've been trying to find a reason to "fall in love" w/ the car. Despite the fact that I have (in the past) gotten on here and made my dislike for the new edge, and the SN95 "no edge" body styles public, it's no secret that I now own one.
I have also came on in several different threads on this forum alone pis sing and moaning about how I just can't get that into the car despite the terminator powerplant that lurks under the hood.
"Just put your foot down, and you'll change your mind" has been offered as advice to warm up the romance up between me, and the object of my affection.
Now while that may be stern advice for a normal human relationship,..I knew that if anything was ever gonna happen between me and my "yellow metal sweetie",...I was gonna have to do just that. Problem was........Carmax had filled the damn thing w/ regular. Not even probably a decent grade of regular,...probably some bulk priced swill they were able to negotiate down to the barest minimum ( given the amount of cars they have to fill). So justifiably, I've been putting around,...trying to empty the tank so that I could refill the thing w/ 93 octane PP, so that I could "consumate" our relationship.
I've siphoned all of the tank I could using standard practices,..my lawnmowers are full now, and the Ranger is happily sitting w/ the other half of the half tank I was able to drain out of the Cobra. It still left me a half tank to burn through. I finally ran the rest of the junk out last night. I swerved into a Shell where I filled said tank w/ $3.58 a gal 93 octane, and drove the thing another 2-3 miles to ensure that I got all of the old - 87 fungue out of the lines, rails, and injectors.
I headed out to I 459. There is a really long on ramp I use for going home,..and that ramp was now only a red light away from being in front of me.
I turned onto the ramp and shifted into 2nd. Slowly rolled into the throttle and then stomped the thing to the floor.
I was instantly rewarded w/ the automotive sensation closest to crack anyone will ever experience............boost.
Unlike a Turbo spool wheeze,...the Eaton blower makes a whine that is different from any other blower most people reference in their memories when the words "Roots blower" are used. But when that thing starts whining,...and you get pressed into the seat, you cannot stop from grinning. The cool part is you get to shift gears,...and there it is again,.......that noise,..and the weight gain the back of your seat experiences, normally referred to G- force, all increasing exponentially as long as you keep your foot planted.
As for me,....That stopped, somewhere north of 100 mph in the middle of 4th gear.
But I was still smiling the rest of the way home.
This car is stock,..and probably makes close to 400/400 when all that stuff is happening,..I can see why people can't stop modding these things,...as I'm now sure that the sensation becomes...."ordinary" after a while. But for me,....it'll be awhile. But I'm hooked.
There,......is that any better?