Originally posted by: BennyD
Originally posted by: Nemesis77
Originally posted by: BennyD
areas to note:
1000 bhp
0-300 k/h
or 0-184 mph in 14 seconds
top speed 406 kph/250 mph
man i want that car
I think THIS is what deserves attention:
Torque
1,250 Nm from 2,200 - 5,500 rpm
That's ALOT of torque :Q!
Just imagine the scene:
You pull up to the lights in your new bugatti veyron, it's dark and the streets are wet from rain and the lights of the city shine in the puddles.
Your W16 8 litre engine purrs gently as you wait for the lights to change.
Just then you hear a loud roar then a screech as a bright green Mitsubishi Eclipse with a black carbonised bonnet pulls up beside you.
It has a spoiler the size of a whale and a performance exhaust.
The kid in the car looks over at you from his pile of yellow pages stacked on the seat and revs his engine.
You just keep the beast ticking over so as not to spoil the surprise.
You activate your motorised spoiler in anticipation of the upcoming whooping.
He looks over at you, still revving his engine, you hear the unmistakable thud of a subwoofer driver the size of an umbrella flexing back and forth.
Time stands still, you see the lights change, you hear a loud rev and you see the Mitsubishi Eclipse slowly pull away like it's driving through treacle.
You grip the steering wheel tight and push back into your silken leather seat.
The car is now a few feet in front still screeching moving like it doesn't want to.
You floor it, the two needles move round the dial like an executioners axe swinging to end a life, you hear your engine roar, the noise is so loud it hurts and you can no longer hear the now dull screech of the ricers tires on the tarmac.
Both cars now move parallel to each other, one slightly ahead but slowly losing it's lead.
As the needle of the faster dial reaches halfway you hear the sound of all 4 turbochargers kick in. It sounds like the roar of a creature not of this earth.
You can feel the compression in the air as each cylinder fires.
The speed no holds you firmly against you seat, the pressure making it hard to breath.
You look in the mirror and see the ricer disappearing into the distance as if he's not moving; you look back at the dials.
You feel a surge of adrenaline as you watch the needle pass the 200 mark; you ease off the accelerator, eager to see the ricers face. The pure pleasure of the moment sinks in and you smile a dull smile as you prepare for the long wait for him to catch up.
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