So, after work on the fourth of April, I got home and swapped back to my gold wheels with the "Summer High Performance" tires, as my aim was to go out and have fun on the Angeles Crest Highway.
I lugged my APS-C camera, and three lenses: ULW, Standard, and Telephoto. I enjoyed the scenic drive with the car in 'Sport' mode (Traction control disabled). I came to a rest at my usual spot for catching people also out to have fun on the road, spent an hour practicing on those who drove by. The highlight had to of been the Subi owner who gave me the bird.
I pack my equipment up, secure it in the car and proceed to drive up to Newcombs Ranch (Elevation 5,400ft) get a bite to eat and start my way home. Now I normally limit myself to only 10 over the speed limit of the road, there is ample room left for emergency maneuvers with this vehicle at those speeds. However today was different, when I turned onto Upper Big Tejonga the motorcycle that had caught up to me followed. I sped up to my normal cruising speed and he in turn kept on me. After a few corners and noticing that he wasn't losing any ground it was time to let him by, I know that when I canyon carved on my motorcycle it was always a welcome occurrence when a 'cager' would make room for a safe overtake.
This is where I story takes a turn, the rider did not overtake, he instead motioned for me to go faster, and in an error of judgement, I did. Now you see I am very firmilar with the ACH and its connected roads, so I had confidence, and a pent up desire for some speed. Speeds approached a figure which my attorney advises I do not repeat, and the rider was on me like white on rice (a 'safe' 2 car lengths) All was well, I was having a blast, and as the rider told me later, he was having a blast. But going round one of the corners on off throttle the rear of the ST decided to hang out, followed shortly by the front tires reaching their limits of adhesion. For the first time I was four-wheel drifting, it felt like an eternity, though I know it only lasted a moment. If I had to guess I slid for 40-50 feet before gentle application of counter steer and light throttle had me corrected and brought back to the realm of traction. I noted that figure, that feel, and dialed it back a few degrees for the rest of that jaunt. We talked for a short while at the next stop, and went our own ways. The rider had a go-pro, perhaps my foolishness may windup on YouTube, though I hope it does not.
Now, I to not condone what I did, it was foolish. One should never drive like that on public roads, no matter how empty they may be. This is the second time in all my years driving I have given into such lower impulses, and will continue to resist them in the future.
But holy shit is this car fun.