When it snows it dumps

Ramp shots circa 2007



My car was getting boring. I was getting sick of my wheel setup and wanted to go lower so I decided to make some changes. I switched up some suspension goodies and swapped out my Tein coilovers for a set of Stances. Night and day. Should have done this last year.


After talking to the right people I ended up taking a nice little trip to Chillicothe, Missouri to trade for a set of 18x9.5 +15's, pretty much the best sized 4 lug wheels available. Powdercoated them white and stretched on some 215/40 feddy's and called it a day. Pretty much perfect fitment after a few adjustments.

BLAM



Drove it for a while, rubbed everywhere. Drove it some more. Still rubbed everywhere. Oh well, the car is always covered in rubber anyways. People stare like Im driving a hovercraft Ordinary folk will never understand.

The interior has been gettin some love and attention for once. Imagine that. Stripped and gutted like only a fisherman knows how. She says its too loud, I just point to the Gucci. Picked up a fitted one of my favorite things, my Nardi steering wheel. If youve never heard of Nardi, I bet youve heard of italian suede and Ferrari.



Now the cage is fully in and the d-max floormats are sitting pretty. Proper photoshoot once the cage gets powdercoated like Key Lime Pie.

Flashcracks

Years go by. People morph. Styles come and go and come back again. Cool things become hot, hot things become ice cold. Rad cars get destroyed and new ones get built. Yet nothings changes.

Theres something about reminiscing that snaps life back to reality. Every now and then a mere peek into the past reminds me of why Im here, why Im different. What caused all this madness. They say you cant see where youre going without taking a look into the past. I don’t listen. I say you cant look into the past without seeing where you should be going.

In the early 00's I was just starting to get my life figured out. Then this happened. Watch and enjoy a dip, more like a relaxing soak, into the past. Koguchi killin' it to the Nth degree in the 180sx that made drifting cool. Atleast to me (and the others who are unmentionably inspired by one of the coolest s-chassis' in the world, ever.)



Sticking with the theme, the car (or atleast the spirit of it) now sits as such. Different in so many ways, yet so unchanged in the ways that actually matter.



So there it is, a glimpse into the single automobile that started it all for me. Its like the first time I ever saw Jordan stick his tongue out. Inspirational would be a gross understatement and jaw dropping would be doing this car a severe injustice.

“The game existed before us, but it will never be the same –after- us”