There is a beauty that RWDs exhibit that FWDs simply cannot. There is soul in the way they rotate. A Motown funk. A stink, that you either get or don't get. Like Stevie Wonder. He got some stink. No matter how hard they try, others just plain got no stink. The reason RWDs rotate like they do is because you can only ask two wheels to do so much. Braking, steering, *and* accelerating? Pffft! FWD is driving with two wheels. Drive the car. Don't follow it. And when I say drive, I mean put some stink on it. Like the keys in the intro of Superstitious. Lift to get rotation at entry. Squeeze to get rotation at the control phase of the turn. Squeeze more and release, like an orgasm, to exit on the edge of disaster. The corner is not the only one. The lap is not the only one. The entire race is one continuous motion. Unhaltingly grooving with the very fiber of your being. An extention of your true spirit. An expression of the non-linear chaotic state that is nature in all it's glorious unpredictablility. Pure destiny. You cast yourself into it and when the groove is right, the voice comes naturally. It springs forth from the wells of eternity. From the depths of your soul and all souls before you. It manifests as celebration. Glee in moving with the ebb of the universe. It is known by all in it's truth. The beauty of motion. Of flow. Of human recognition in gravity, and our natural instincts to explore and conquer. We master by sheer will. The will of the engineers, the will of gravity, and the will of the driver.
FWD aint got no stink, brudda.
"Very superstitious... writings on the wall... "
Eh ow eh ehh oww ooowadaaa, eh ow eh oh oh OH OH!
With FEELING!
[PS I live in the snow. Once you know how to work it, RWD is soooooo much more effective and safe than FWD. The car will simply do more things to change direction. FWD scares the pickles out of me in all conditions. It simply does not work as a car should. Of course, in the snow, AWD is kinda nice. But still don't got the stink.]