After a day with Mrs Hatred's car.
Turbo lag.
Mrs Hatred loves her Skoda Fabia very much. Not content with its 130 Czech horses it left the factory with, it has been for a remap and gained about 20 more which makes it surprisingly rapid.

Once the ugly little bastard is on boost.

Little in my life is as exasperating as jumping into this thing straight out of my car (also a turbo diesel but one equipped with a turbo the size of an acme thunderer and hence little lag). Pulling out into a roundabout in third (having decelerated and then seen the roundabout is clear) results in a buttock clenching moment of terror as the car moves forward at the speed of mammal evolution before finally the required revs and boost are attained and the thing hurtles forward- normally as one is leaving the roundabout and heading toward some innocent old dearie in a Nissan Micra.

Its the equivalent of a good but thick mate who only gets a joke thirty seconds after everybody else.
(Leonard Hatred briefly did some work on, Tue 6 May 2008, 21:00, 3 replies)

...
...Ugly?!
(oneltrchardonnay, Tue 6 May 2008, 22:02, closed)

Er,
why not use second gear instead then?

You have to drive different cars in different ways. It annoys me that petrol cars lack mid-range oomph when overtaking, for example, but all it means is that I need to get the revs up a bit.
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Wed 7 May 2008, 8:34, closed)

Saab Turbo
My dad once had a Saab 9000 Turbo with a Mitsubishi turbocharger the size of something fitted to the Hoover Dam.

Accelerating went like this:

1) Foot down
2) Accelerate gently
3) Continue to accelerate gently
4) Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Wed 7 May 2008, 10:35, closed)