IIRC those cars didn't use blowoff valves because of the loss of boost pressure. The factory race team didn't care about compressor surge shortening the life of the turbo when they could repair/replace every week. Probably pretty much has an open exhaust and a screamer wastegate dump as well.
Yeah they deffinitely didn't use BOV's which gives them that characteristic flutter, but they always seem to have louder turbo noise and the spool-up makes a higher pitched whistle than most other cars I've heard. Actually it sounds a lot like a Supra with a T88. I guess it was just the size of the turbo. I can't find the specs on it but I'll keep looking.
Indecisive drivers need to be ------- shot. Every goddamn one of them. But first, they need to be tied to a ------- pole and made to watch their descendants die too. I was almost killed twice today by indecisive fucktards who waited until it was too goddamn late to pull out in front of me.
The person I just about creamed was sitting at a stoplight behind a line of traffic. There was traffic in lane 1, and lane 2. No traffic in lane 3. Dude Woman was stopped in a busted *** explorer with right turn signal on, trying to decide whether or not to go from lane 2 to lane 3. At this point I'm probably 200 yards out and slowing, plenty of time left for woman to switch lanes. She inches forward about 6 inches at full lock on the steering wheel and then stops as I'm coming up behind her. 150 yards out, woman is stopped, I'm braking to stop by the time I hit the stop-line at the light. (About 8 cars in front of woman). 100 yards out, woman is still stopped, still braking to stop at the stop-line. 75 yards out, woman stopped, 50 yards out, woman decides to ------- gun it to get out in front of me. Add some reaction time and factor in that snow tires aren't the grippiest things in the world on dry pavement, and my front tires are locked up for a good 100-150 feet by the time I'm slow enough that I'm not going to get a trailer hitch up my intercooler. Had she pulled out into my lane and stopped immediately, I would have creamed the ---- out of her back bumper. Approximately 1000 feet after this particular light, lane 3 merges into lane 2, she manages to get in front of everyone once the light turns green, and flips on her turn signal. Then she just exists in that lane...for ------- ever. ---- you, bitch. Floored it up beside her as her tires slowly crossed the white line, got aggressive close to her to let her know I wasn't going to back off (side story: for some reason, drivers think that if they get close enough beside me, I'll back off and let them merge in front of me? what the ---- are they thinking? When drivers do that ---- to me, I give it right back to them. Another driver has never gotten away with "forcing" their will upon me. They all scare off pretty easily when they realize that I'm probably willing to let them hit me just to prove a point. Maybe they think I'll freak when they get within 2 feet of me, but I think they ---- their pants when I steer toward them and get within inches. Anyway, back to the other story...) and drove away, wondering if my freshly purchased gallon of milk was leaking all over my passenger floorboard from impacting the airbag cover when I slammed on the brakes because of this bitch.