Heres the jist of it. I'm 14, grade 9, and been playing LFS for almost a year. I don't fit in at school, they all talk about getting drunk or stoned, and going to parties, and who's the hottest chick. And me, well I talk about cars, think about cars, stare at cars, but none of my friends share the same passion. I have a cousin who owns a 1996 Toyota Supra MKIV. It has the twin turbo set-up and back in the fall she took me out for a drive, and when she popped it into sixth at 210, hearing the waste-gate open, the engine drop revs, the tires hum along, it made me feel so, alive. Time stood still, and I was in awe of the feeling of breaking 200. I honestly felt like I was one with the car. The sense of speed didn't scare me, I trusted the car, like somehow I would never be harmed in it. And this was all when I was in the passenger seat.
After we exited the free-way we parked in a parking lot and my mind was stuck on the moment where I felt inhuman. She actually let me drive (mind you this was in an empty parking lot, with no curbs, and no polls) So I took it upon myself to learn. After driving LFS with a clutch setup I kind of knew what was going to happen with that, so I started slow, everything just came to me. Taking off smooth without burning the clutch, shifting second smoothly at right revs, judging corners and how sharp to take them, it all just came second nature. I felt like it was something I was born to do. I wasn't scared, I wasn't confused, it felt like I've been doing it all my life.
So after that night my cousin took me out once a week to drive, first parking lots, then back-roads, then finally we went to an old airstrip. I forgot all my problems, my shitty mood was gone, time stood still. After driving for two months I started cutting loose (Not publicly, staying at the air-strip), whipping the back end out slightly coming out of a turn, getting on the gas right after the apex of a turn, shifting faster and downshifting properly, trail braking, I even experimented with drifting. Again, it all seemed so natural, and I was scared of myself that I knew how to do it all. This was all in a Supra, with barely any mods, and since that one night I got a real taste of cars I just can't go back to normal life. I play LFS, my cousin takes me driving, I look on the net for racing techniques to practice, and watch all the car videos I can get my hands on.
So I ask you guys, is something wrong with me? Is it a physiological thing inside of me? Or do I have O.C.D? Or am I simply a car obsessed teenager?
~Bryan~
After we exited the free-way we parked in a parking lot and my mind was stuck on the moment where I felt inhuman. She actually let me drive (mind you this was in an empty parking lot, with no curbs, and no polls) So I took it upon myself to learn. After driving LFS with a clutch setup I kind of knew what was going to happen with that, so I started slow, everything just came to me. Taking off smooth without burning the clutch, shifting second smoothly at right revs, judging corners and how sharp to take them, it all just came second nature. I felt like it was something I was born to do. I wasn't scared, I wasn't confused, it felt like I've been doing it all my life.
So after that night my cousin took me out once a week to drive, first parking lots, then back-roads, then finally we went to an old airstrip. I forgot all my problems, my shitty mood was gone, time stood still. After driving for two months I started cutting loose (Not publicly, staying at the air-strip), whipping the back end out slightly coming out of a turn, getting on the gas right after the apex of a turn, shifting faster and downshifting properly, trail braking, I even experimented with drifting. Again, it all seemed so natural, and I was scared of myself that I knew how to do it all. This was all in a Supra, with barely any mods, and since that one night I got a real taste of cars I just can't go back to normal life. I play LFS, my cousin takes me driving, I look on the net for racing techniques to practice, and watch all the car videos I can get my hands on.
So I ask you guys, is something wrong with me? Is it a physiological thing inside of me? Or do I have O.C.D? Or am I simply a car obsessed teenager?
~Bryan~