Well, this is what life is like without a car huh?
week 4 of not having a car and i swear to god it feels like months. I can see my parent cracking at the seems at the though of having to take me back and forth to work, so they loaned me "mommy's" car.
I dont think they understand that horrible horrible mistake.
That car looks slow, 14 inch hub caps, 4 door full size sedan, half the shit on it doesnt work, it was made the year i was born (1986).
But...
Underneath the hood is a stright six, not to impressive yet, but its been honed very well and is completely stock. Red lines at 7k and can do a 14.5 easily, which isnt amazing but it will destroy 90% of the rice around here. The suspension is worn out and hasnt been replaced but it still handels way better than my old truck.
So saturday night rolls along and im at work, 9pm rolls along and i take my "lunch break", i take my lunch to work so i just use this hour to run around fort worth like an idiot it mommy's car. (yes i know what your thinking).
I go pick up my buddy to pick him up and show off a bit, he hops in and i work the car through a few gears to show him its potential. This kid has been fucking around with cars for a a few years and has been in hairy situations with a car thats far too fast for him (13 second quarter miles). Every weekend he races around this city to his car club with fellow idiots that like to stunt arond in their cars (some of which i was suprised to find are fast).
Well for the next 40 minutes I have him pinned to his seat as i we weave through trafic (most skillfuly i might add).
100mph turns with inches between the cars and us, when i say inches i dont mean 11 inches or less i mean (literally) 2 - 1 inches.
Im too cocky, too cofident, and i lack any natural restraint and fear when driving, but holy shit its fun.
<3
I dont think they understand that horrible horrible mistake.
That car looks slow, 14 inch hub caps, 4 door full size sedan, half the shit on it doesnt work, it was made the year i was born (1986).
But...
Underneath the hood is a stright six, not to impressive yet, but its been honed very well and is completely stock. Red lines at 7k and can do a 14.5 easily, which isnt amazing but it will destroy 90% of the rice around here. The suspension is worn out and hasnt been replaced but it still handels way better than my old truck.
So saturday night rolls along and im at work, 9pm rolls along and i take my "lunch break", i take my lunch to work so i just use this hour to run around fort worth like an idiot it mommy's car. (yes i know what your thinking).
I go pick up my buddy to pick him up and show off a bit, he hops in and i work the car through a few gears to show him its potential. This kid has been fucking around with cars for a a few years and has been in hairy situations with a car thats far too fast for him (13 second quarter miles). Every weekend he races around this city to his car club with fellow idiots that like to stunt arond in their cars (some of which i was suprised to find are fast).
Well for the next 40 minutes I have him pinned to his seat as i we weave through trafic (most skillfuly i might add).
100mph turns with inches between the cars and us, when i say inches i dont mean 11 inches or less i mean (literally) 2 - 1 inches.
Im too cocky, too cofident, and i lack any natural restraint and fear when driving, but holy shit its fun.
<3