Car

A Nissan 300ZX twin turbo from 1996. It's a fairly rare car. To people who know their Japanese cars, it's the Fairlady Z32. To the people whose houses I visited, it looked like a generic Japanese car. The people at the racetrack knew it as the Black Bullet.

I'm a good driver, too. I don't street race. I go to a track, with professional safety equipment. I'm one of the best race drivers around, so of course I can handle something as trivial and as slow as the street. I even follow the speed limits! They didn't understand that I'm not like those other people. It was a mistake, sure, but I'm a safe driver and even safe drivers get in accidents. Mine was just with a tree, it's not like I hurt anyone. But I'll miss that car, and they said it'll be another year before I'm allowed to drive again. As if I'm some drunk driver.

It's fast
Really fast, you know. A lot of parts were replaced to make it lighter, and the final car weighs 3300 lbs even with those two turbines driving a solid intake charge of compressed air into the V6 engine. They put it on the dyno and got 467 horses at the wheels. It'll make a Corvette look like a chump from a standstill, not to mention almost any idiot businessman in his Porsche. Not that I'd ever street race, mind you. Unlike the masses of people with fast "ricer" cars, modified imports with more muscle than sense, I'm a responsible driver. When I'm on the road, I care about speed limits and being safe, not proving I can beat a Porsche.

Then again, I like to start from lights fast, and sometimes the guy next to you does too. No one's ever started faster than me.

It's not loud
At least, it's not loud around town. I'm not one of these idiots trying to show off to girls or other guys or whoever. I like to go fast, not get everybody's attention so they notice how much of a blockhead I am. No need to get the cops suspicious, either. I'm of no interest to them, because I drive properly and safely. Besides, the car's decked out in radar and laser equipment, so if they think they can clock me they're dreaming. I've got a police radio scanner, too, for when they get particularly greedy.

It's safe
At least, it was safe. After all, I put a tree where the engine normally is and yet I'm still alive. I will miss that car. It had badass brakes, badass tires, even a roll cage and strengthening beams. I could stop it on a dime and a speeding SUV wouldn't be able to hurt me in that shell.

The tires are Y rated Michelins. They're as good as tires get while staying street legal. They'll hold strong up to 186 miles per hour and beyond, and in dry weather they're practically impossible to overwhelm. Just don't drive them in the snow, but I always figured that snow was an excuse to sleep in anyway. Most people use them as racing tires only, because they're expensive and wear out quickly. Not me. I'm a safe driver and they make me safer. What's a little money compared to that?

And those brakes? Top of the line slotted rotors from StopTech, none of that drilled junk. Coupled with EBC Red Stuff brake pads, also top of the line, the car comes to a dead stop in no time. Stopping is actually the most terrifying part, like a roller coaster ride all on its own. And that's how it should be in a car. If it doesn't stop more harshly than it goes, then you've built it wrong. That's what makes it safe, and fast around corners too.