TRACK-WORTHY: MYRIE’S DC5 R – A TURBOCHARGED CAR’S WORST NIGHTMARE! PART 2

The history and savory awesomeness of the Type R will not be repeated on these pages. I was brimming with incalculable anticipation and expectation. After a brief discussion I engaged the cockpit. The Recaro’s blare a snug fit. The driving position and the Momo steering elicit memories of Senna at Monaco. The gleaming aluminium shifter, like an only child, summons attention.

Myrie’s DC5 R departed from the stock folk long ago, but, in minor ways. It currently boasts a fully adjustable suspension and it has felt ‘Chungy’s’ magical, internet-derived wand! A normal machine it is not.

I chose my usual stomping grounds to immerse myself in Asian fury. Jamaica’s pot-hole blessed surfaces were rather unkind to the DC5 R. The machine hates an inconsistent road and it could not avoid delivering a taut, robust ride.

Road Warrior!

But when asphalt of toll-road ilk appears, the machine, as if willfully stimulated, rises its beautiful K20 head and displays the methodical, purposeful, sublime handling that its race-bred genes dictate.

The answer to all your horsepower needs!

If your familiarity restricts you to a typical H-pattern 4-speed gearbox, the gem in the DC5 R requires a teacher’s patience and a surgeon’s precision. Each of the six mouth-watering gears is separated by a gate that a pair of needles could not drive through!

The gates are virtually nonexistent. And the ratios? Siamese twins are not that close! There is beauty hidden within though.

When you have mastered the art and you graduate with honors, having successfully completed the course – How to Execute Rapid and Effective Gear-changes – the instant gratification that each grab and thrust delivers can only be compared to an event laden with sensuous overtones.

K20

When the K20 motor is in chill-mode, below 5000 rpm, the scene is a reflection of the Pope and his Cardinals at prayer in the combustion chamber. Saint Teresa of Calcutta could not display more ordained tranquility. An orderly procession ensues and peace reigns worldwide.

But, if your faith is questionable and you are being manipulated into yielding to the abundant, continuous temptation that the rev-note and the throttle  provide, submit, succumb with glee and crush the throttle. You will be rewarded with a series of life-altering moments. Trade secrets are invaluable. Racers know this.

The tachometer skips and dances, directed by throttle input and a day at the beach unfolds. As the rev-needle on the tachometer travels clockwise, hurriedly, a transformation of epic proportions occurs. The previously domesticated, innocuous feline, dips into feral domain!

The machine which was previously locked in grocery-grabbing status undergoes genetic reassignment and a rampaging, callous,  Oblivion-type drone emerges. The DC5 R is on the warpath!

Cecil Munroe Gleaner On-Line Writer