Well I am just rude. Shawn and I had taken a little run around the block. Emmy was roaring. It was as if before she had been speaking with peanut butter in her mouth. Now she was James Earl Frikin Jones. it was raining when I went out to pick up the pizza. How nice it is to be able to run out and pick up pizza in a neighborgood you don't know. No problem. Traffic Pro will get me there and back. At the pizza place it sure was nice to get that nice single "chirp" from my alarm. Traffic Pro'd back to the Fogg's, wolfed down a couple slices and like the rude guest that I am, I bolted. Look, my car was running like a frikin raped ape, I had a three hour drive ahead of me on Thanksgiving Sunday, OK? Ah so nice to be in the company of Z3ers. They completely understand, and I am off. Traffic Pro'd myself to I-95, and it was just 200 miles of I-95 ahead of me. I was having way too much fun. One of the nice things about Traffic Pro is the "Are We There Yet?" function. I just keep hitting the left knob to hear Bernie say, "Please continue for 150 miles, estimated time of arrival, 1am." Then I hit it again and again the whole way home trying to see if I am making good time, or to see how far long I have come. "Please continue for 120 miles, estimated time of arrival, 1259pm". :::snicker::: Man, I love the hell out of this thing. So all is basically well until I get to the West Side Highway. I don't really know how I ended up on the West Side Highway coming from Connecticut and East, but there I was. The traffic came to a sudden halt. People started backing up. For those of you who are not familiar with the West Side Highway, this is not something we normally do. Bad sign. Very Bad Sign. So I manage to back up with a few other crazies, take the first ramp having no idea where I am. Apparently, it is Harlem. It was beautiful actually. Beautiful or not, at what was now nearly 2am in Harlem, you can bet whatever you are sitting on that I was VERY happy to have Traffic Pro!!!! Hello? The city is magic at night. Magic Theatres are Magic Johnson's theatres. I think they were on Malcolm X Drive. The only thing that really blew my mind was the king sized moguls on Martin Luther King Boulevard. Look in the rear view mirror to get an idea- but I tell you this was amazing. Watching the buses pitch and yaw. Unbelieveable. Ski Harlem. It was all I could do to spare Emmy's spoiler. No way could I ever lower this car. No way. As I pulled into the driveway I noticed that somewhere in the last day, or maybe it was on the Vampire Drive, Emmy passed the 50,000 mile mark. Shawn has completely elimated the possibility of a problem with the air intake causing the hesitation. It's not the spark plugs. It's not the clutch. I need to do some low speed driving to find out if it's gone. Meanwhile, my car is so much even MORE FUN to drive, so responsive, so fast, she sounds incredible. Tender loving care from the master, Mr. Fogg. What a great Thanksgiving! Thank you! Please check out Shawn's Web Site, the man knows what he is talking about!!! :).

12 ThanksFoggening Part 1 Thanksgiving~~ Part 2 Air Bag Light Reset~~ Part 3 Throttle Position Sensor and Leaves~~ Part 4 Filthy Cold Air Intake Filter~~ Part 5 K&N Filter and HFM~~ Part 6 Throttle Bodies~~ Part 7 Filter to Manifold, Superchargers~~ Part 8 Contact Points, Hood Stops, Spark Plugs, Coolant Leak~~ Part 9 Reinstalling CAI & Wheel~~ Part 10 Happiness is a Clean Engine~~ Part 11 Decorating Storage, Radio Anti Theft, Zpack~~ Part 12 Ski Harlem, 50,000 miles~~

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