Mar 21, 2014 21:19
I got dayuuum-nigga'd! today by a nigga. I was out at the store, this frood in front bought the exact same soda, booze (friday, folks!) and drinks-powders that I had, so we were like, eyyy /fonz
He'd parked right next to me. He stood there and grumbled about the smell. Pretty sure the heater-coil on ours is crapping out after the stress of that drive / many early starts in sub-zero. We had to warm it up for hour+ beforehand, we had the lizard and snake in tow. It is 15 years old guys, and that drive wasn't a kind one. I could feel the stress. Either way, I owned up to it, and he was all "Aw, man :( That blows."
Then I sat in and turned the ignition. Now since the starter has been replaced, goddamn. I'm jealous of my own car. It doesn't tick and pop into life. It just... thrums. No stutter, no sour notes. Just this low purr that carries up & holds.
This black as night dude, looks at whitey Mc crackerson me with the ponytail and probably about as hipster as you can get. He looks at me over his car and goes "Dayuuum nigga! Whatchu got in there?!" XD And we yammered a bit more.
That, my good friends, is one of the reasons why I keep betting money on the old mitsubishi 6g73 engine.