Club member Doug N's main car is a purple 1994 SC2.  But when Doug recently found this car on eBay for an amazing deal, he had to pick it up.  This marks the first time that a club member has brought two cars to one of our events.

Part of the appeal of this car was that it has been written up and featured in a turbo magazine (info HERE).  After popping the hood and taking a ride, I can tell you that this car is nothing short of amazing.
  

What makes this car so amazing?  Well, let's see...

It's got more than 242,000 miles on the original motor, the turbo is off of a junkyard car, there is no blow-off valve, no intercooler, and the FMU is dangling in the engine compartment and is only supported by hoses.
  

The exhaust system is made up of a straight pipe out of the turbo, which exits through a hole in the fender.  Muffler?  It doesn't need any stinkin' muffler to get in the way of its mad horsepower.
  

I jumped into the driver's seat, while Kevin rode shotgun.  Why am I sitting on a orange life preserver?  I look up, and see a very rusty sunroof held in the car by several tubes worth of silicone caulk.  Ok, I guess that's why.

Slamming the gas pedal to the floor results in a hard launch from the turbo-optimized automatic transmission (since it still works, it  has to be bulletproof).  As it accelerates and speed builds, the sound of the turbo whine is quickly replaced by note of the exhaust, which has been precision tuned for minimum backpressure.
  

  

A sign Doug keeps in the car to warn other motorists.
  

  
I don't recall a time when I've ever been as frightened by the experience of driving a car.  It wasn't so much the thought that the torque steer while under throttle might cause the car to dart off the road.... but rather the amazement that a piston rod hadn't already shot out of the motor and into the passenger compartment and impaled me in the head.  This experience had serious rattled me, and I had had enough.  I pulled over, and swapped driving duties with Kevin K who had been in the passenger seat.

When Kevin put the pedal to the metal, I realized that the passenger seat was the place to be to enjoy the thunderous exhaust first-hand.  Witnessing oil spray shooting out of the passenger side fender is not something you see every day.  Even though I was quite alert and paying attention (just waiting for that piston rod...), I was unable to determine at what RPM the oil spray changed to blue smoke.  It was at that point where having the windows down became a bad idea.  Exhaust gases exiting the vehicle two feet in front of your face makes your eyes sting a bit.

Thanks for the drive, Doug.  It was an experience I won't soon forget - the recurring nightmares won't let me.  Regardless of how busted-ass this car looks and how terribly the turbo system is engineered, you have to admire it because the thing will not break.  Check back here for future event coverage where we will put serious effort into killing this car.
  

Not only did we get to experience Doug's magazine car in its full turbo glory, but we all had a big smile on our faces as Steve's Ion Red Line put down 232 horsepower to the wheels.  Not bad.

After dinner, a few of us made our way to the Autobahn Country Club in order to drop off our stuff in preparation for the driver's school and lapping event which would take place the next day.  When that was done, it was back to the hotel to relax for the evening.