Fried_Chicken
11-30-2018, 12:33 AM
Automotive Perfection. Excellence in Automotive engineering. The ultimate driving machine.
These words ring stronger than mere hyperbole.
Surely I’m not the only ZHP owner that every once in a while has this moment of: holy shit this car is good.
It’s more than the sum of its parts. I get what the hosts of Top Gear mean when they talk about how excellent Alfa Romeo’s are when everything is perfect. The ZHP checks all the same boxes, save for one: it doesn’t really have a soul. I’ll happily trade German reliability for that.
Everything comes together on this car so well. It’s not just the big things, but the really small details that make this car stand out. The inline 6 engine trades raw power for smoothness. The red ambient lighting and gauges make perfect sense when you’re driving at night so your eyes have maximum acuity. The wiper blades can be set exactly how you need them. You, the driver. are in control. The stalks don’t feel flimsy but have a solidity to them that matches the solidity of the car on the road, allowing you to extend your commands to the road through your fingertips. This car doesn’t make sense until you’re at speeds way above the arbitrary restriction. Indeed, speed limits are arbitrary to the ZHP. The only rules that matter are God’s own laws of physics.
This car is engineered so precisely; so well. Every part comes together, and nothing is wasted. The brakes match the engine. The seats match the handling, the stereo matches the cabin noise.
Seriously, am I the only one that is utterly amazed by this car? Not just compared to contemporary cars, but pretty much any car on the road?
There is no way I’m letting go. I am astounded. I really wonder what people would think without all the marketing propaganda overjoyed about the latest idiotic gizmo. Damn. BMW.
These words ring stronger than mere hyperbole.
Surely I’m not the only ZHP owner that every once in a while has this moment of: holy shit this car is good.
It’s more than the sum of its parts. I get what the hosts of Top Gear mean when they talk about how excellent Alfa Romeo’s are when everything is perfect. The ZHP checks all the same boxes, save for one: it doesn’t really have a soul. I’ll happily trade German reliability for that.
Everything comes together on this car so well. It’s not just the big things, but the really small details that make this car stand out. The inline 6 engine trades raw power for smoothness. The red ambient lighting and gauges make perfect sense when you’re driving at night so your eyes have maximum acuity. The wiper blades can be set exactly how you need them. You, the driver. are in control. The stalks don’t feel flimsy but have a solidity to them that matches the solidity of the car on the road, allowing you to extend your commands to the road through your fingertips. This car doesn’t make sense until you’re at speeds way above the arbitrary restriction. Indeed, speed limits are arbitrary to the ZHP. The only rules that matter are God’s own laws of physics.
This car is engineered so precisely; so well. Every part comes together, and nothing is wasted. The brakes match the engine. The seats match the handling, the stereo matches the cabin noise.
Seriously, am I the only one that is utterly amazed by this car? Not just compared to contemporary cars, but pretty much any car on the road?
There is no way I’m letting go. I am astounded. I really wonder what people would think without all the marketing propaganda overjoyed about the latest idiotic gizmo. Damn. BMW.