TRACK-WORTHY: MYRIE’S DC5 R – A TURBOCHARGED CAR’S WORST NIGHTMARE! PART 1

There are individuals who maintain a desire for machines that are Neptune-far from the limited expenditure that their salary allows. So, unless the winning Super Lotto numbers magically appear on a ticket that they sacrificed to purchase, those machines will remain, like Alice, in Wonderland!

All speed-freaks retain, in a remote, air-conditioned, classified section of their brain, a machine which is the ultimate treat. It provides an incomparable thrill. It is the Webster’s definition of uber-excess. It expresses itself lavishly and it is unapologetically pleasurable.

This is a machine which glorifies car culture, promotes, expresses and represents self but, exhibits a forceful statement when it unveils Porsche 918 speed and exemplary performance. Breathless, it leaves you each time it appears and dumbstruck when it disappears. We call these machines dreamcars.

As the name suggests, these machines (dreamcars) are trapped in our subconscious and for the average bloke, unfortunately that is where they will remain, unless a fountain-like encounter with crude oil from an exploratory well in a backyard materializes!  If a survey was conducted among the fans at a motorsport event, collecting responses to the question – Which car is your dreamcar – I am willing to bet that rather few surprises will emerge.

All the popular marques will be jostling for supremacy – Ferrari, Lamborghini, McLaren, Porsche, Mercedes, BMW and the new swag – Koenigsegg. But, when a similar question was posed to Devon Myrie, his response was not only startling, it triggered a wave of bewilderment.

Subscribers to these pages have, if nothing else, one thing in common. We are all baptised disciples of the motorsport faith. Motorsports can rival all the prohibited drugs in the Addictive Department and if caution is not applied, the motivation to transition from a couch-potato to an active race-car driver, may gain considerable traction and blistering momentum.

On bended knees we submit our request and if the cotton-derived ‘dough’ falls manna-like into our bank account, a racer will be born! But, the real world erects challenges each day and the financial dragon will slay the most promising ambition. So, thoughts of clinching victory and grabbing a checkered flag may be slaughtered even before they are successfully conceived.

There is a middle ground, however. A plethora of potent machines from the land of the rising sun made a suggestion. Despite a humble, low-keyed existence, they were of the view that, from their stock, a petrol-head could chose a machine that was not only an effective work-mule, but it was also a rampant kerb-murderer on the weekend. I have met several machines that lovingly embrace the aforementioned profile.

LEROY ‘ICE’ SPENCE

I was  introduced to the Honda Integra Type R DC2 by Leroy ‘Ice’ Spence. He is still not fully aware of the seismic shifts his selfless gesture initiated. Ice was the proud owner of a machine that defied the laws of speed. The machine was well known for introducing significantly more powerful machines to a temporary state of paralysis! That was the only logical explanation that surfaced when his B18C driven machine would eliminate kings of the horsepower war along the 1320ft.

I was allowed a brief ‘squeeze and shift’ in the machine. The musical rapture, initiated by the bold camshafts that the F1 engineers chose, engulfed the machine. My deep-seated affection and appreciation for Honda’s rev-factory was fortified!

DC5 R

It was Saturday. Rather early. I was standing next to the improvement on the iconic DC2 Type R. The DC5 R has a muscular poise and when the machine is ‘stanced’ appropriately, it bellows speed and indomitable performance. And to think that the machine was still immobile – parked!

Machine!

Cecil Munroe Gleaner On-Line Writer