Well, I drove my boss's M3 once. He put a Tri-flo on it, plus brembo big brakes and a CAI with a chip. His was a 4-door '97. It was pretty sweet. I still broke loose the extra-wide 255s on the back with the TC on. But this other M3 was even better...
My friend's dad helps run the Tarheel Sports Car Club. He just recently purchased an M3 ('97??) with full Dinan mods. Muffler, CAI, chip, suspension... everything. Enough to have the badge on the back. He also has a roll cage. But the real kicker is the bored (or stroked, I was in shock by the car itself) engine. *sigh* It was dynoed at around 315-335 rwhp. ...About the same in torque, as well. This was truly a sports car. My friend and I were just cruisin' around looking for ricers to race. We didn't find any, probably because they knew we were out on the hunt. We were heading back towards my house when he casually asked me, "Do you want to drive it?" Before he could even finish his sentence I immediately blurted out, "HELL YES!!" We pulled into Dick's and we switched seats. He told me the clutch was pretty heavy, and man was it ever. The short shift felt a bit weird from what I was used to. But, I took it around the parking lot to get a feel for how the car felt and what the clutch was like. We turned onto the main road, and he looks at me and goes, "Alright, Pete... HIT IT!!" I punched the pedal to the floor and I felt a bit of a chirp from the back and then the roar of that 6 hitting 7k. I shifted and got it to chirp again and I looked at the speedo and I was hitting around 65-70 in 2nd gear. TIME TO SHIFT! Hit third and took it around a turn at about 80. Now I knew what grip felt like. Not only does this car have power, but it has sound!! The orchestra that was the engine could be heard for miles! I was coming up to a stop sign, so it was time to put the racing brakes to use. The squeal could also be heard for miles. The road I gunned it on was prettymuch about a half-mile from my house. I had told my dad I was going to go ride around in a kick-ass sports car. I went down my street to my house. Sure enough, my Dad was outside working on the lawn. I get out and say thanks and goodbye to my friend and walk up my driveway to talk to my Dad. My friend drives off, and I look at my Dad. I had a huge grin on my face. He looks around and just says, "That's a fuckin' awesome sports car. I could hear that shit when you gunned it on the road!" He and I shared a moment telling each other stories about cars and discussing our favorite cars. He and I both agree that European cars are the way to go. He avidly supports any purchase I make in that genre of car. In fact, he wouldn't mind me getting a 911! All in all, it was a great day that day.
Hope that was an enjoyable story!
Three rocker arms later and I still haven't learned my lesson!