It's happened a few times now, but sitting here enjoying the summer thunderstorms in Edmonton Alberta, I have to nod my head and relive the thrust into the seat as the acceleration is accompanied by the deep whooshing sound, and my wife calmly looks up as we pass a herd of 18 wheelers crawling up that incredibly long hill. Yet still I chuckle, in my last beautiful candy apple S type, the roar of aggression as the kick down thrust us forward to my ecstasy and the wife's horror. What a difference, this is just one of the many, many pluses I have, gas mileage coming in close behind.
Have a great day Jagsters.

 

That's a pretty erotic description there my friend!!
Especially the part about the wife's horror and your ecstasy!!
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