Today was a great working day. Because today was the day I finally drove the GT-R. Even though the distance and speeds were hardly the Nurburgring (think Rifle Range Road instead), the experience was something special. 

I reckon losing my GT-R 'virginity' is a bit like sleeping with an A-list JAV star. Impossibly pretty and great in bed, she would blow my mind, all the way from foreplay to end of play, but I would definitely feel inadequate, perhaps even incompetent. She's a queen bee of the birds and the bees, I'm just a little bird. In the same way, the GT-R is Goliath and I am David. I didn't win the battle, however, with Nissan's magical monster barely tickled by my vain attempts at sporty driving. I must have used barely 1 percent of the car's power, performance and technology, but that 1 percent was 1 hell of a ride. 

I've been gobbled by Godzilla, yet it was yummy for me. 

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