I took my wife out in the Camaro a few days ago, maybe the last time I get it out this year, and we went down to a little touristy town near a state park that is a popular 'hey, the leaves are changing color' sort of destination. On the way there, plenty of fun pulls to pass an RV or mommy-van on the 2 lane highway leading in to the area. On the way home I took some back-back roads and had the place mostly to myself. These are marginally two lane roads with no markings through wooded areas with zero houses, driveways, etc. It's full of sharp curves, mature trees right up to the edge of the road, and a hand full of ridges with a plummet you'd prefer to avoid. The sort of place that 50mph feels more fun than 125 on a...track. That's where a manual and the exhaust note of a real V8 causes reduced blood flow above the navel.
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Originally Posted by hufnagel
