Pizzy
20+ Year Contributor
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- Dec 23, 2002
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San Jose,
California
Simply put: Awesome.
The guys over there treated me like a long-time friend, some of the most personable people I've met. They're a tight-knit group of guys (except when they pick on Bill...poor Bill...) and they truly enjoy what they do.
Sean, the Ring-Leader, was extremely generous, taking the time to thoroughly explain all my questions and concerns. But the highlight of my visits to FFTEC was definitely the opportunity to ride shotgun in Sean's 1g. To my knowledge, he is saying goodbye to this beast, but I got my first, last, and only ride in it just before doing so.
I hopped it, literally hopped, a bar for the roll cage was in the way and I was too excited to move it, and sat down. The seat hugged tight and as I strapped myself in, Sean aimed for the street. "I'll take you for a warm-up lap first." The beefy exhaust tones thudded away at idle, changing to a deep consistent drone as he cruised around the block. "Ok, here we go..."
I don't know if you've ever had your face melted from a nuclear blast...hopefully not...but I imagine the force is quite similar. He didn't even launch. At about 3000rpm, the hammer dropped. There is NOTHING in this world that can compare to the spooling sound of a turbo larger than that of my dad's F250 turbo diesel, combined with the sensation of being launched into outer space (I couldn't lift my arms), followed by the explosive pressure released from the blow off valve, which I was certain would blow the hood or at least the fender straight off.
And that was 1st gear...
Into second! BAM! It all hit again, pinning me helplessly to the seat. The only difference between 1st and 2nd: duration, 2nd last a split second longer.
Shift. 3rd. Ok it's 3rd gear, it can't possibly throw me back that hard again.
Wrong. I could actually feel myself getting dumber as the Gs crushed my brain cells against the back of my skull. Finally Sean backed off and I could breathe again. Actually he didn't back off, we just got to a stop sign. "Wow man that was insa-AWW JESUS!" as he romped on it again!
I have to thank the guys over there for their hard work and for just being cool. They've got the whole package. They've made a repeat customer out of me and I just wanted to share my experience with other potential customers.
I encourage others who have gone to FFTEC to also post your experiences here as well. Thanks, and hoped you enjoyed!
The guys over there treated me like a long-time friend, some of the most personable people I've met. They're a tight-knit group of guys (except when they pick on Bill...poor Bill...) and they truly enjoy what they do.
Sean, the Ring-Leader, was extremely generous, taking the time to thoroughly explain all my questions and concerns. But the highlight of my visits to FFTEC was definitely the opportunity to ride shotgun in Sean's 1g. To my knowledge, he is saying goodbye to this beast, but I got my first, last, and only ride in it just before doing so.
I hopped it, literally hopped, a bar for the roll cage was in the way and I was too excited to move it, and sat down. The seat hugged tight and as I strapped myself in, Sean aimed for the street. "I'll take you for a warm-up lap first." The beefy exhaust tones thudded away at idle, changing to a deep consistent drone as he cruised around the block. "Ok, here we go..."
I don't know if you've ever had your face melted from a nuclear blast...hopefully not...but I imagine the force is quite similar. He didn't even launch. At about 3000rpm, the hammer dropped. There is NOTHING in this world that can compare to the spooling sound of a turbo larger than that of my dad's F250 turbo diesel, combined with the sensation of being launched into outer space (I couldn't lift my arms), followed by the explosive pressure released from the blow off valve, which I was certain would blow the hood or at least the fender straight off.
And that was 1st gear...
Into second! BAM! It all hit again, pinning me helplessly to the seat. The only difference between 1st and 2nd: duration, 2nd last a split second longer.
Shift. 3rd. Ok it's 3rd gear, it can't possibly throw me back that hard again.
Wrong. I could actually feel myself getting dumber as the Gs crushed my brain cells against the back of my skull. Finally Sean backed off and I could breathe again. Actually he didn't back off, we just got to a stop sign. "Wow man that was insa-AWW JESUS!" as he romped on it again!
I have to thank the guys over there for their hard work and for just being cool. They've got the whole package. They've made a repeat customer out of me and I just wanted to share my experience with other potential customers.
I encourage others who have gone to FFTEC to also post your experiences here as well. Thanks, and hoped you enjoyed!
