Speed is seductive, especially in a 914. I had been driving several hours, cruising between 85 and 105. Clear blue sky, nice reading on the temp gauge, my Diet Coke in a cooler, sweet crisp sound of the /6 behind my head.
After a while, it just doesn't seem that fast, ya know?
At the time, I was going 95-100 on the freeway. The road wasn't the greatest in my lane, so I decided to move over.
OMG! I felt like I was on the SS Minnow. The car was tilting back and forth, and I almost put it sideways into a concrete retaining wall. The only thought in my mind was... "oh shit - another factory /6 in the graveyard."
Both hands gripping the Momo steering wheel with white knuckles, I pointed in one direction and increased speed (for just a moment that felt like 2-3 minutes) until the car stopped rocking... then I slowed down and made my lane change.
I *really* need to get that front sway bar hooked up today.
-Rusty