Me in "Spitty"
The first thing you need to know... it's really small. I had to remove my flip-flops to drive it, and could only fit my big toes on the pedals. Sure, I wear size 13 shoes, (you know what they say)but still it was funny that I couldn't drive the car with shoes on. The RPMs run around 4000 at 60 mph, so you don't want to drive it over 60 or 65 most of the time. It buzzes like a moped at 70.
You get all kinds of looks driving this machine. Women smile and wave, guys are eaten alive with envy. Screw you guys!
It's like a go-cart to a tall guy like me - to exit the vehicle, I almost have to roll out. Your ass is skimming along at about 6 inches above the pavement, and you get the feeling with each bump that you are going to get racked.
Anyway, I had a blast - we drove down to a farm about 30 miles outside of town and rode 4-wheelers through the fields and creeks. (the 4-wheelers likely had more horse power than the Spitfire) I got hayseeds in my asscrack, chiggers in my socks and lots of fresh air. It was great.
My only regret is not getting to a body of water this weekend... although I still have one more day.
Like Grandpa used to say, "Live fast, love hard, die old, and leave 'em with good memories."