So last night Dave and I decided to take the turbo lx out to the track. He had his kids so my wife and I went to the shop and picked it up. I backed it out and parked it then we shuffled cars around to get everything back in the garage. I locked up, set the alarm and we jumped in. Cranked the car over, no start. Wtf? So I crank it and crank it. No avail. So my wife and dave both say it must be out if gas. So determined to prove them both wrong and it was something far more sinister at work, I get some c10 I had in a race fuel can and dumped it in. It started. Shit. I mean great. So off we went to the nearest overpriced hadji station and it dies on the steep incline going into the station, roll it back and get it started on level ground. Get a running start and get in the station. So now I fill it up with premium, 3.29 per gallon, shit! So 30 some odd bucks later we are on our way. Make it on back streets to 35 and head east. Some brake happy mfer slams on their brakes for no reason other than to verify they'd work, which causes me to jam on mine and mine work so well they swerve me towards the barrier and then proceed to stay locked up. So I'm in boost trying to maintain 55 and smoke rolling off the brakes as I go. I finally reach a stopping point and pull to the side. Let the brakes cool, jamb them a couple times sitting and they seem to have released for the moment. At least no thumping and smoke. We proceed on. By 5his time my wife has a similar white knuckle, tight jaw stance she has at the dentist office waiting room. More in a few....