The thing about a turbo, is that it doesn't kick in, until you need it. It's there, waiting, heating up next to the engine, waiting for the go (or the right RPM).
I've been purring around town mostly in my low gears. Cruising/stalking Hollywood. A few fits and starts of speed, acceleration on Sunset or San Fernando. But nothing like the wide open road - a long pavement kiss with my tires, clutch foot resting on the seat beside my leg.
That's about to change. The RPMs of my life are finally revving high enough for my turbo to kick in. And it's about time. I enjoy kicking around town and stalking, watching, observing, learning; but I really love accelerated time. The best of Heather comes out in these hyper accelerated times.
Like, yesterday, when I had 15 minutes to get from the Fashion District to Century City for an appointment. Logic dictated that there was no way I could make it. I gave myself 5 minutes on the 10 before I'd call and push back. In 5 minutes I was getting off at La Cienga! I swear I wasn't speeding insanely or "threading the needle". I just let it flow. The wind in my hair, my hands on the wheel, enjoying the speed, the sound of my wheels on the road.
The big block has been refitted for taking on jet fuel, it's been QA tested, test driven, final adjustments and it's about to come out of the garage. I can feel the engine straining in the mounts and the yearning for the open road. It's only a few more days.
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