i hastily wrote the following and posted it in this thread... i really haven't had time to do a formal write-up on my experience with Bill and his car, but i figured, at the very least, my hasty slop should be in its own thread... It was really an awesome ride... "At this time, i'd like to grovel for forgiveness from Mr. Hart; he gave me a ride in his GT2 and it was deserving of a complete write-up with pictures and a lot of exclamation points and lustful phrases and panting and oohing and ahing and all that jazz, but i've just been so busy... Considering the fact that the GT2's chassis was stiffer than Allan Lambo in a Britney Spears thread and that the acceleration was equal to that of a Maranello with Turbos, i'll reiterate what i've been saying long before i even found FerrariChat: Porsche is grossly underestimated... The only 2 Porsches i've been in were a Boxster S and Bill's GTholysh_t... i drove the Boxster and the smile on my face was really disgusting... After riding in Pimp Daddy Billy's german time machine, i'm convinced that some of you folks are swayed by your love of Ferrari and unable to make an unbiased decision... Ok, granted, i'd STILL want a Ferrari over a Porsche (for MANY reasons, none of which have to do with acceleration or handling), but NO ONE can deny the AMAZING feat that is a Porsche. GT(insert number here)s, 911s and even "lowly" Boxsters will REMAIN on my list (right along with Ferraris, Lamborghinis, Bugattis, etc.) as EXOTICS because they fit the description of an exotic... Maybe the passion isn't in the looks, but when you're going that fast around a corner, no one can see what the hell you're driving anyway... At one point during the Le Mans Roller Coaster-type fantasy thrill ride in Bill's car, he took a corner with the intention of drifting... The chassis is so stiff that, as we drifted, it felt like we were going backwards over cobblestones, on tricycles... You feel EVERYTHING... It's like Porsche took a go-kart, put a Hyabusa engine in it and put a 911 body over it... if i didn't think he was upstanding, i'd say Bill stole brake discs off an NNO and put them on his Porsche... The calipers were so huge and vicious looking that, when the car was parked, you could see them chewing the brake discs, as if they were practicing in anticipation of Bill's next jaunt through the countryside... The full-blown racing seat with real-life racing harness was tighter than my former boss on pay day... Now, let's talk about this beastly machine's acceleration... When we first took off (and i DO mean "took off"), Bill mashed the gas and we were instantly propelled through a blur of reality that immediately eliminated the gap between us and the car way in front of us... After i lifted my head from the imprint the sheer force made in the head rest, my memories of my first ride in a Ferrari (a 550 Maranello) were immediately rekindled... Half way to redline, Bill shifted into second and chirped the tires so hard, the pavement looked like pre-teen underwear... He explained he was being conservative with the loud pedal and that's why he came NO WHERE CLOSE to the blood red flat line... i can't imagine how RIDICULOUS things would've been if he had driven the car to its limits... When we were rounding some corners in the mountains that had curves that made Dolly Parton look like a Bertone creation, the car stuck to the ground like an acrophobe... The range in that car - from civil to straight up animalistic - is the clinical definition of bi-polar... It's a car you can drive to work (if you can resist doing donuts in the parking lot) and then leave early, go to the track, wax asses all day, then go back to work and not have to change clothes 'cause you never broke a sweat in the first place... As i've said before, the only way to UPgrade from an 8, 10 or 12 cylinder engine is to buy a Porsche. Now with that said, Ferrari runs through me like day old burritos and if i had one, i'd be hard pressed to trade it for ANYTHING without a horsey on it, but that's not to say that i don't fully recognize, acknowledge and highly respect the fiercely empowered jungle cats from Stuttgart. My eternal praise go out to Bill Hart for an expperience that won't soon be forgotten. Thank you."