Re: Strawberry also tiak tiak
golilok;793436 said:
Hey bro wobbles what about the drive feel compared to your NA?
The feel.... Not the sound....
Hi bro golilok,
OK, I'm no where near as able to put up those fantastic comparison charts that you've done, so I'll try to (inadequately) describe the feel as follows:
F02 730Li N52B30
The car starts up with a purr, and keeps purring away the whole time. Hardly ANY vibration is felt from the engine at idle - and even less is felt at speed, so anyone looking for a quick orgasm will be sorely disappointed. What you will get however, is a creamy smooth, almost whisper quiet, delivery of linear acceleration, devoid of any tension or drama whatsoever, whenever the right pedal is depressed.
The "kick" if I may call it, comes when you glance down at the speedometer (sorry, my F02 doesn't have HUD) and recoil in a mix of genuine fright and sinful surprise at the position of the needle - 130km/h is breached easier than a Desker Road street worker's aperture, and licence-killing speeds of 150km/h and above are easily recorded without so much as a hair out of place.
The N52B30 may not have the low end torque of its newer turbocharged siblings, but - I've said it before and I'll say it again - what it lacks in low end twist and raw hoof-stamping ponies, it more than makes up for the elegant, classy way that torque (all 300Nm) of it and horsepower (258hp) is delivered: smoothly, sweetly and packed in a strawberry-coloured pink ribbon.
F13 640i N55B30
Now this is a totally different kettle of fish altogether. If the 730Li N52B30 is the gentle flowing of a clear spring brook over a series of cascading pebbles – the 640i in N55B30 guise is the crashing of a thousand tonnes of water per minute over the edge of the Victoria Falls.
It barks to life and settles down to an angry idle. It dispenses with the pretence of courtesy and plants its Twinpower Turbo fan squarely in your face.
This engine pulls like a fcuking freight train in a hurry and a half. Forget about what possible tiak-tiak sounds that may emanate from under the bonnet. You just worry about the rasping sounds of joy that may escape from your gullet as you stamp down on the accelerator and take off like Wiley E Coyote with a Chinese Firecracker shoved up his bottom.
This engine brings the
HAMMER to "sledge", the
BOMB to "atomic" and the
girls to a Sar Lau orgy. Geesus, if ever there was a good reason to lose my licence, please let me lose it with my right foot mashed to the pedal of the F13, barrelling down 40 Tiang like there's no tomorrow.
At full throttle, the shove is visceral, the pure speed is guttural – almost violent, and the urgency in which the tachometer & speedometer needles climb up the scale is phenomenal.
It feels wicked fast. You
know you're on your way to 130km/h, then 150km/h, but that's not the scary bit.
The scary bit is, despite knowing it's a multiple-demerit-point adventure, you still want the car to go faster. And it will. It doesn't feel like it's ever gonna run out of steam. You'd sooner run out of road, or out of testicular fortitude.
The N55 is brash, loud and rude. It barks like a Rottweiler and hisses like a Siamese. It's rough on idle, and unabashedly coarse when you floor it. Compared to the aristocratic, refined and cultured pedigree of the N52, the N55 is the
nouveau riche clad in bling and speaking at the top of his voice in PuTongHua.
And, demerit points be damned, I can't help myself but love it.
