Exigeness...

Just read a post by MrPesky referring to Exigeness. Being a philisophical type and given that it is my last day at work and I have plenty of time on my hands, I wonder just what it is?

Is it a state of mind where everything in life is balanced when you slide into your seat and turn the key, push the starter button or whatever and hear your engine - whether K, Honda or Audi - purr right behind your head?

Is it the adrenaline that flows when you make that corner?

Is it being immune to the fact that you spend more on it than your loved ones?

Is it the feeling of joy, the elation when you get back, step out and realise that there are very few cars like this and we are part of a lucky few?

Or am I just talking sh*te

Or am I just talking sh*te

Yep

Or am I just talking sh*te

Yep

Good to know.

I think to everyone here, “Exigeness” is something slightly different to each person, but it’s something that each of us can understand in eachother.

For me it’s the madness, the sheer luncacy of having something that looks like it could deflower a virgin at 100 paces, and yet can embarrass full-on racecars at the track… I wanted it so bad, I bought a car that I’d never even clapped eyes on before.

I think for Pesky it’s something completely different… I think to him it means “I’m not afraid to be ORANGE!”

Exigeness: Irrational hatred of softop despoilered inferior machinery eminating from Norfolk with perfect 20:20 rearward visability ???

You look back after parking your Exige, and think “Thats my boy, what a fantastic car, nobody else (except those on exiges.com) has a car like mine”

That is Exigeness

Exigeness: - Always carrying your mobile phone when driving it …

Exigeness: - Always carrying your mobile phone when driving it …

Because you always have a lot of mates to help.

Ian

Driving a well sorted Exige produces a spontanious overflow of powerfull emotion

Going out for a pint of milk when you’ve got three in the fridge.

ADDICTIVE…

Going for a 30 mile blat in france for a loaf of bread ,when the boulangerie is 3 miles away

…is for life.

Going out for a pint of milk when you’ve got three in the fridge.

he he thought it was only me who did that

best is to need 4 pints and get them all individually