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Wild "eight" gives an impression
The weekly diary Audi-R8 was prepared for printing Peter the smaller ones. Photo: Alexander Kulnev. Thursday, 08/21/08 Dating day
From 12 to 13 hours I, according to the Audi-R8 croat, are taken by journalists to ride. I found out about this yesterday on the sink. By the way, in what kind do they represent me male or female? I always did not like this ambiguity. It’s good that even earlier I was removed from me, I am not a taxi with advertising. I know that I look perfect, but still I am a little nervous. Here, in the Audi Center Warsaw, I have been living for four months. I serve for indicative tests, but I went little, I listened more and more to the disputes of customers with sellers about whether I have enough power. I will say right away: in Moscow, my 420 horses have no place to run for their pleasure.
And here is our boss with a journalist they are talking about the dealer marge. But this one will not buy me at work. I feel not the first I have Audi. It gets behind the wheel with confidence, only now the skin of the seat from the left edge clings, and not far from scuffs! On the way to the editorial office, I was photographed from cherry BMW. This five ran ahead. But my journalist did not press on gas, looked around. I am already used to the fact that everyone is looking at me, and he thinks that he and every pretty machine are inhibited at him. I have not yet understood what was behind him.
They say about my motor: they say, eats oil and in the trunk you need to carry a spare liter. This is fine.
From two to six o’clock he stood in the courtyard of the editorial office. The weather was good, the people came to me in crowds, smoked from all sides. At 18.05, my journalist with a colleague came out and good hour went around me, talked. About shock absorbers where magnetic fluid changes viscosity in a split second, about ceramic brakes that I could put, but in Russia they prefer a prestigious audio system to them. Due to this demand, I now have to carry heavy cast-iron brake discs. A colleague talked about the unsubstantiated masses as important for comfort and handling, and here the weights on every wheel
Then they discussed the robotic gearbox, complained that it switches sharply. With rapid acceleration, this is pleasant, and with ordinary driving it annoys. It is not clear to them why suddenly in traffic the box is too quickly switches to the neutral, and then the driver presses the gas, a terrible engine is heard, but the car does not drive. It turns out that you need to turn on the program again! They agreed that this was done for convenience, so as not to rely on the brake during short stops. But I have a suspicion of a malfunction. I was even a little won and was about to be offended, but mine (so I will call him) threw the work at 20 o’clock on Zarechny, where the presentation of the infinity-FX was already beginning. We drove there with chic, mine could not resist and on the site covered with gravel gave gas, even I was surprised at the demolition of the rear axle.
Then there was a shooting against the background of the mountains of rusty iron and abandoned port cranes, as you might guess, not the infinity-FX, but a beautiful red-haired girl who walked along all my glossy sides with her sharp knees. So, for this they buy R8 in Russia? But I warn you: to lure in the right seat a beauty is much easier than to plant her from there. Oh, how I was worried with her! The wife flew at two in the morning with a suitcase, which was not placed in my trunk. He understood this too late, but a familiar colleague in another car helped out. So I could not repeat it at the night airport, I have nothing to do with a taxi. The night was spent on the street not to get used to it. In her audi center, also night in the yard.
Friday, 08/22/08 Excess attention I’m going to work in the left row in the morning, I’m not in a hurry, but the first traffic inspector slows me down, stopping three right rows. Because of these checks, I bring a portfolio of documents and small money with me. They showed the passport of the face of German nationality and left. The nervous ride on the left and on the right between the rows is snooping motorcyclists. Such a string on the door, then look for the wind in the field!
Almost the whole day I stood in the courtyard of the editorial office, my materials for a car dealership and did not dig in Friday day traffic jams. He only once went out with the main artist (understanding a man, with taste), drove together along Sakharov Avenue. I wanted to show the abuse, but where will you accelerate here? Only the portfolio on the shelf behind the passenger seat was not lying, everything was striving to fly under the driver's elbow every inhibition. The artist liked it, but still said that I am some kind of nervous.
Saturday, 08/23/08 Two eights
At 8.40 we arrived at the hairdresser twenty minutes earlier, and when the blinds opened on the doors, my name was seen: an eight. I decided to capture in the photo. It turns out that the owner of the institution, the Chinese and in the eight sees a happy number of symbol of wealth, prosperity, endless success.
He did not go out to us the Olympics. But all the stylists ran up. I learned a new word from them: cool.
Sunday, 08.24.08 in the family circle
The journalist and his daughter scared her grandmother, as if spoons were bent from the sounds from my exhaust pipe, and my grandmother begged them not to spoil their home things.
Monday, 08/25/08 Nightmare It all started well. There were no traffic jams on the way to the Dmitrovsky training ground, they quickly arrived in the left row. I even posed for the photo at the church, her dome looked into my motor compartment, reflected on the glass. I felt almost a celestial. But after three kilometers, the expectation of a pass to the landfill, the submarines and verification began, at least washed with shampoo. Four jokers approached the weighing and offered to increase the clearance to me. It was surprised why there is no second spare wheel, since the rear wheels are wider than the front. Do you think these hokhmachi know what to do if my high-speed tires are caught somewhere outside the city? When there is no spree at all, it is better not to think about it. And with a road clearance of 105 mm, which I was expected to be at three points, I realized that it is better not to leave the city. While in the observation pit, a smart colleague loaded my information about the intricacies of cooling a large and hot motor, four set about 2.4 atm all the wheels, attached tape a sensor to the roof. It is magnetic, it will not stick to the aluminum body. I am proud that I am the entire aluminum body, power elements, pistons, a cylinder block all of winged metal. And the jokers are all the same: beware, they say, the Luzhkovsky cocktail! You will turn into sand! What kind of people are no reverence!
Finally let's go. Eight satellites monitor my movements from the space, the equipment gives information about the behavior of the powerful organism. The city regime has passed is not interesting. We slow down with 100 km/ h stoppage of 70 meters. Oh, what a shame! So, the shampoo got on the brake discs or when servicing was oiled. Two or three more attempts and p-time, stopped after 36 meters. The discs were hot up to 800 degrees, why did I not get ceramics.
Nothing, cooled when accelerating to maximum speed! I did not give out a maximum of 278 km/h passport data. And my acceleration to hundreds, according to the testers, could be older than 5.8 s. Running is normal. We need to check your health!
Well, now I will show them! They turned off the ESP, wanted to slip a barrel in a bend. Then I give the record from the words of the test expert, throwing hot expressions: it is wild, like frantic cards, Zh-Zhik, and you are already going backwards. The first time I could be mistaken, then I corrected it, but I still turned it around. Only for the fourth time something happened. I do not manage it, she controls me. Complex toy. I drove on different cars, they were faster, but more affectionate. Maybe they made it that with the transmission there everything is electronic
My colleague, having heard such words, decided to get out of the training ground. And I do not like that when my tires tear into small shreds. I began to get used to another life in Moscow. On the way, the journalists all discussed me. A colleague said that he went with my brother at a presentation abroad, he was well managed, responded softer. Speepive, probably got caught.
After such trials in the evening, I was sent at the invitation of the Volkswagen group. It would be nice to look at the fathers on the light. But because of a meaningless traffic jam, I didn’t get anywhere and threw me half a way, and he rushed on the subway. Tomorrow is the day of the press at the Moscow International Motor Show. In the morning we go there.
Tuesday, 08/26/08 Dungeon Prisoner
All day stood under Crocus-Expo. The parking lot at the exhibition is huge, but there are still not enough places, so I had to hold on to my own. Mine, having seen enough at the car dealership of different new models, returned only in the evening. Clearly, in a hurry to go home and gave me a pot -bellied road police officer under his breath. They would still scatter the logs there! Ok, I forgive you. You see a hillock, slow down and remember: my bottom and everything that is above it is a masterpiece of engineering thought!
Wednesday, 08/27/08 at the German ambassador
Until late in the evening, he was waiting for the front door to the place where my journalists were at the reception of the German ambassador. And so I swing to the gorgeous entrance of the building, flooded with lights. In the center of the site near the fountain, guests are saying goodbye to groups. We drive up with my journalist, shining in the lights, beautifully sew the passenger in the car (they also say, writes about cars), we slowly fasten and leave. This is my work to impress!
Thursday, 08/28/08 home!
At eight o’clock we stand in line and half -earth to work. The next year these days I will take a vacation not for my character of four rows to move out of the flyover for hours. The nervous maneuvers of the neighbors in the stream are distracted from sad thoughts about the imminent parting with new friends from a popular magazine. From their hints, you should undergo diagnostics, after all, seven thousand on the speedometer. In my health, I am sure, but the prevention of a part of a high -class culture.
Home, in Audi Center, I was taken by the editorial driver Sasha. On the way, he called a girlfriend and told how he whistled to 200 on Sakharov Avenue. He raised, of course, but made an impression. For 6 million rubles, everyone can afford it. So I will write down in my diary, someday they will publish
Source: The magazine "Driving"
