I’d like to take a moment to thank the fucking lord that March is almost over. I hate this month, always have and always will. 31 days of trash. Not knowing whether it’s going to be sunny and 50s, or blizzarding and in the teens. Can never trust this month, but it’s almost over. April is upon us, and for that we should celebrate.Continue reading
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So what up kids, it’s been a coon’s age since I’ve blogged and it feels like as good a time as any to put some words to the page. We’re closing out February here in a couple days, and that shit just blows my mind. They don’t tell you when you’re a kid that time speeds up the longer it goes on.
It’s really similar to those flat earth clowns that think gravity is a hoax and the “flat earth” is literally constantly accelerating at an upward velocity which is why things fall down… lolwut.jpgContinue reading
As an aside, this post was originally going to be about Chloe the TT. It kind of ran off the rails and I ended up talking about my history in car modifications, so I guess I’ll just leave it at that. And before you clowns remind me of Blue Death (RIP), I never modified her, so I’m leaving her out.
ANYWHO, I guess this whole thing started back in 2007, if I had to really pin the year down. That was when I first started getting interested in automotive modifications. It wasn’t something I had planned, but when you need better sound from your stereo, one thing leads to another… Continue reading
It’s not often my emotions get the best of me. Technology, good food, and fun times with friends all make me happy – this is a known fact – but I don’t go all retardedly emotional about it. Right now though, I feel particularly overwhelmed.
Walking out my back door on my way to the car, it was immediately apparent to me how beautiful outside it was. 70°, blue skies with scattered clouds. A light breeze in the air. As I’m rolling to the end of my parking lot, Spotify shuffles to a song off of the Forza Horizon 2 soundtrack. A song that, in all honesty, went perfectly with the next 15 minutes of my life.
With my sunglasses on and the windows down, music turned up, I made my way along the back roads to my parent’s house. The sun was streaming through the trees, leaves falling as that silly, nothing-to-write-home-about, 2.0L slung me through the curves. Not even violently or aggressively. Just cruising at the perfect speed to hug the turns and put me back in my seat. With the music playing, watching the leaves behind me getting kicked up as I drove by – I was on a whole other planet.
It’s funny that something so mundane and daily could stir up this instinctual emotion. Shit, we drive somewhere almost every day, why was this so different?
Everything was just perfect. Absolutely perfect. No traffic. The perfect temperature and weather. And the most perfect song to just become one with the road. I love it. There’s no question.
This is a Public Service Announcement for motorcyclists. If you drive a motorcycle, I hope you don’t take offense to this PSA unless it applies to you – which in that case, I don’t give a fuck.
For a while now I’ve seen cars with stickers on them that say “Watch For Motorcycles.” And ya know what? That makes sense. Cycles are small, quick, and maneuverable whereas cars have blind spots and aren’t as nimble. But honestly… After this morning’s ride into work, I think I’m going to print out stickers like this:
Why? Because some motorcyclists apparently take the “Watch For Motorcycles” campaign and take it to mean:
“HURR HURR, it’s not my responsibility to drive safely and watch out for cars. They need to watch out for me!”
The reason behind this post, honestly, is that some fucktard on a crotch rocket decided to blast down 690 doing 90+ MPH. Weaving in and out of lanes. Not signaling. Being a fucking douchebag in general. I have absolutely NO tolerance for reckless driving and that’s exactly what this asshat was doing.
Now I’m not passing judgement on every motorcyclist out there. I know that a majority of them drive safely and obey the rules of the road. But it’s jackasses like this that give the rest a bad name.
So in conclusion, unless you want to end up like this:
Slow the fuck down for your sake, your family’s sake, and the sake of every other fucking driver on the road.