So, the other day this olelongrooffan was having a smoke and a coke on one of the flatbed car haulers out by the Federal Highway that runs in front of the place where I schlep trailers for a modest income. I usually head out there so I can see whatever cool shit happens to pass by during that four minute break. So I was sitting out there facing the oncoming traffic to the north while over my shoulder to the south I hear this huge ROAR. I whip around and see this thing accelerating up the street just after exiting the World Headquarters of Motorsports Marketing just a block to the south. “Please stop here…please stop here,” this olelongrooffan silently pleaded. And it did. Well I immediately stashed that butt in the receptacle we have out front for that reason and headed to my cube to grab my elcheapoebay acquired image taker.
Meanwhile the driver headed into the Car Shop next door and almost immediately a summons is emitted from the loudspeakers: “longroof to the office, longroof to the office.*” Well by that time I was opening the front door of the office and the driver of that hot rod was looking right at me. “Lotus 7 Caterham?” this olelongrooffan queried. And much like seeing that 356 Speedster a few weeks ago, the driver replied, “Yeah, but it’s a replica. Want to see it?” Hell Yes. Turns out this guy was in town for the Corvette Track Days out at the Daytona International Speedway this past weekend and had hung around the World Center of Racing for a few additional days. On the way out to check it out he asked if I wanted to see the engine? Duh. Do I look stupid? (No, my fellow Hoons, no need to answer that question.)
Turns out, IIRC, there was a turbo (maybe super) charged Honda 2.0 VTEC stuffed under the bonnet of this sweet ass ride. Not really this olelongrooffan’s cup of tea but I am sure there are many of my fellow hoons who are jolly happy with it. And trust me, this was no Rover Sterling. (Alright that’s all the British references I can think of at this moment.)
Yeah, it had grooved slicks on it just like F1 rain tires and NASCAR racecar transporting tires. The reason this dude stopped in? He need a bit of air in his tires and GRM had recommended he stop in to see the Car Shop for his needs. As an aside, I guess Florida is not the only state where you can register and license just about anything. This one bore plates from the Lone Star State. I would suspect it was trailered here though.
I just couldn’t get over just how spartan the interior was but the prominent items were racing seats, racing seat belts and that electronic gizmo just over the steering wheel. Along with the kevlar dash and the ever necessary glove compartment.
Well, as with most things, the good times had to come to an end. TheBoss came out and discovered what this Lotus needed and directed the driver to head around back to where the required equipment necessary to correct his problem was and it is now forever gone from this olelongrooffan’s sight.
Or so I thought. As I now have a cube with a window I saw this Lotus leave our lot and head south accelerating the entire way and then it abruptly dropped off. Just a few minutes later I heard it again and it was heading north and whipped a Ueee at the median right in front of our shop. After whipping that Ueee that Texan again rapidly accelerated heading south once again. But this time there was something different.
There was a cute blondie in the passenger seat heading out for the ride of her life, I would suspect.
Damn. I’m jealous.
*Yeah I’m known as longroof around that compound.
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