"Drinking the Kool-Aid" has always been perceived as a mindless consumption of some doctrine be it religion, political, or consumer based. It's obvious connotation coming from the tragic events in the Ghana jungles under the spell of Jim Jones. The Kool-Aid brand that suffered the unfortunate circumstance of being the vehicle of Jone's warped psychosis is in no way disparaged here in this blog. The euphemistic Kool-Aid I'm drinking here is far more satisfying. It's the potion that Victory serves up in new flavors twice a year.
Taking the Victory Judge on Florida roads means to get to see how well it tracks…in a straight line. And how well it goes from 0 to 50mpg to 0. Repeatedly. Stop signs and traffic lights surrounded by 1/4mile straights is Florida's raison d'être. The state seal should be a light tree, drag strip and stop sign because that's how it felt driving around. Others on the road took each green light as a race to the next light. Of course, when in Rome, err, Florida… After repeated stops, the single front 300mm floating rotor with 4-piston caliper of the Judge showed some fading.