Well, similar HappyAndy's story, my co-worker and I were on a business trip headed to VA Beach. He goes to pick up the rental car, and they say "How about a PT Cruiser?" He replies "Berkeley no! Don't give me no sissy E36 M3! I want a real car!" So they say "What about a Town Car?" Well, he thought that would do just fine so he picked it up and I met him in the parking lot behind our building. He asked me to drive so he could get some work done, and I had no problem with this. "But first," says I, "Maybe we can do some burnouts and E36 M3 while we have this beast." He shrugs and hops in the car, with windows down. I humbly suggest he roll his window up as I turn the traction control off.
I put the prndy into "1", cut the wheel, and jam the gas as hard and fast as I can. I proceed to do the biggest, smokiest, most nascar-y burnout that parking lot had ever seen, filling the whole area with smoke, being able to see only the line of my headlights as it spun through the haze. My companion was hanging on for dear life, as maniacal laughter filled the cabin from...somewhere. Under the dash maybe? Who knows. I ease off the throttle and the yacht seesaws to a simulacrum of seasick stability. We regain our composure and exit this curious tire fog into the morning.
That afternoon, an email from my boss: "Nice Bullseye."
The enormous ellipse in rubber I left remain to this day, more than a year later, like a marker for buried treasure, or some strange pavement crop circle, a testament to the bad-assedness of the Panther platform.
