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07-06-11, 09:06 PM
#203
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Exhaust is done. It sounds like mudd butt.
I was going to wait and spend the money else where but last night about 1:15am driving home from basketball it caught on a manhole cover and started shooting sparks.
I love how people honk at you and scream above the grinding metal. "Hey! You know you're dragging something??? "
"Oh why thank you senior retard. I didn't see 3 feet of sparks flying behind me nor hear metal screeching and clanging off my undercarriage. I will be sure to pull over now and weld it back up in the middle of RT 1 express lane. Thank you for saving my life. I will name my first child Senior Retard in your honor. And if she is a girl I will name her just Beyonce. "
Anyway. I woke up early and spoke to Julio at Julios Mufflers. His add says he did custom mufflers, his name was Julios, and his shop was located in Kensingon Philadelphia (the most hood part of philly. Looks more like the Bronx than philly) so I was confident that his boastful claims of "bring it on down and I hook joo up real good." would be met with minimal brow scratching.
After dodging potholes and hung over hookers who were blinded by the 8am sun, I pulled in front of what I assumed to be Julios. Four dudes stared at me as I walked up and asked if this was Julios. They said "yeah but we cant get dat up here..." pointing to the acutely raked driveway. (there were some very nice cars outside. 70 Chevelle and a 68 Impalla.) So I said if I can get it up here can you do the work? Sure...they said still slouch in thier seats, not a single customer in sight. (This should have tipped me off.)
I reveresed down the street to the end of the block and pulled onto the sidewalk via a handicap access curb corner that had been sunk into the asphault by FedEx trucks and obese prostitues. After 20 min of head scratching my car was in the ear.
Lazy pokes, head scratching and words mumbled in spanish were followed by
"Papi! I no can do deece."
"Why not? "
"I dondo custom work no more."
"OK, take it down."
Aparently between the phone call and my drive he had his fill of custom work.
Luckily a guy in a newer 525 had followed me to the shop and was watching in the corner. He said to follow him and that he knew dudes that could do the work no problem. The guy also owned a SC400 and said he could do my interior, so it wasnt a complete waste.
Julio likes men.
K & J did me right for cheeeap AND I got to listen to dope Merenge all day and stare at thier sexy Puerto Rican sisters while I pretended to look at my cell phone.
After they finished I backed my car and and it sounded like a kid with down syndrome playing a kazoo. Not thier fault. I should have gotten resonators or something. I opened my trunk to put my mufflers in and I dropped my key. Trunk slammed shut and I let out a long slow "Fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... "
I looked down at my blackberry and that yellow dot was flashing a me as if laughing and saying you shouldn't have been playing tetris all day...
I typed one mass text to about 12 people and got a response from a cutie I had been meaning to give hugs to generously for some time now. She came through just as my phone died. I somehow ended up hyping her up on my homie Jonny Ru to make her feel bad for not coming to ECB. Now she wants to hug him all day and night.
Anyway I got my car back and it still sounded botti and I got no hugs from the jawn. Oh well
My helmet showed up by the time I got home and I bought some kicks to make myself feel better.
I was going to wait and spend the money else where but last night about 1:15am driving home from basketball it caught on a manhole cover and started shooting sparks.
I love how people honk at you and scream above the grinding metal. "Hey! You know you're dragging something??? "
"Oh why thank you senior retard. I didn't see 3 feet of sparks flying behind me nor hear metal screeching and clanging off my undercarriage. I will be sure to pull over now and weld it back up in the middle of RT 1 express lane. Thank you for saving my life. I will name my first child Senior Retard in your honor. And if she is a girl I will name her just Beyonce. "
Anyway. I woke up early and spoke to Julio at Julios Mufflers. His add says he did custom mufflers, his name was Julios, and his shop was located in Kensingon Philadelphia (the most hood part of philly. Looks more like the Bronx than philly) so I was confident that his boastful claims of "bring it on down and I hook joo up real good." would be met with minimal brow scratching.
After dodging potholes and hung over hookers who were blinded by the 8am sun, I pulled in front of what I assumed to be Julios. Four dudes stared at me as I walked up and asked if this was Julios. They said "yeah but we cant get dat up here..." pointing to the acutely raked driveway. (there were some very nice cars outside. 70 Chevelle and a 68 Impalla.) So I said if I can get it up here can you do the work? Sure...they said still slouch in thier seats, not a single customer in sight. (This should have tipped me off.)
I reveresed down the street to the end of the block and pulled onto the sidewalk via a handicap access curb corner that had been sunk into the asphault by FedEx trucks and obese prostitues. After 20 min of head scratching my car was in the ear.
Lazy pokes, head scratching and words mumbled in spanish were followed by
"Papi! I no can do deece."
"Why not? "
"I dondo custom work no more."
"OK, take it down."
Aparently between the phone call and my drive he had his fill of custom work.
Luckily a guy in a newer 525 had followed me to the shop and was watching in the corner. He said to follow him and that he knew dudes that could do the work no problem. The guy also owned a SC400 and said he could do my interior, so it wasnt a complete waste.
Julio likes men.
K & J did me right for cheeeap AND I got to listen to dope Merenge all day and stare at thier sexy Puerto Rican sisters while I pretended to look at my cell phone.
After they finished I backed my car and and it sounded like a kid with down syndrome playing a kazoo. Not thier fault. I should have gotten resonators or something. I opened my trunk to put my mufflers in and I dropped my key. Trunk slammed shut and I let out a long slow "Fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... "
I looked down at my blackberry and that yellow dot was flashing a me as if laughing and saying you shouldn't have been playing tetris all day...
I typed one mass text to about 12 people and got a response from a cutie I had been meaning to give hugs to generously for some time now. She came through just as my phone died. I somehow ended up hyping her up on my homie Jonny Ru to make her feel bad for not coming to ECB. Now she wants to hug him all day and night.
Anyway I got my car back and it still sounded botti and I got no hugs from the jawn. Oh well
My helmet showed up by the time I got home and I bought some kicks to make myself feel better.
07-06-11, 09:13 PM
#204
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A friend suggested the glasspacks. I may try that. I am starting to like the sound. It annoys people and makes them get out the way.
I took off Friday to finish my car for ECB. Got done at 8:30. Car ran great all weekend. The temp never changed. I kept popping my intercooler piping off from rubbing my tire against it. Gotta re-route that. The power steering was on and off so I was fighting that all weekend. The front tires were making more smoke than the rears and locking up from rubbing. But I had a blast. I drove horrible and kept spinning.
I took my S14 for a lap and fried the clutch. But I had so much fun seeing old faces and meeting new dudes.
Changing the oil.
I finished putting the kit on and had to jack the car up from the back. The car fell off the jack and crushed the kit. I almost smashed it to pieces!!
My dude Lyron and his Soarer. I took my kit off. I didnt want to grenade it even though it was already beat.
My homie Rich. First time drifting and he did a good job from what I heard.
Also the homie LitoFlow (Manuel) came out. Drifted for the first time and he KILLED it. He is a natrual and his car is set up perfect.
I'm exhausted from fighting the steering wheel and trying to mount tires.
I took off Friday to finish my car for ECB. Got done at 8:30. Car ran great all weekend. The temp never changed. I kept popping my intercooler piping off from rubbing my tire against it. Gotta re-route that. The power steering was on and off so I was fighting that all weekend. The front tires were making more smoke than the rears and locking up from rubbing. But I had a blast. I drove horrible and kept spinning.
I took my S14 for a lap and fried the clutch. But I had so much fun seeing old faces and meeting new dudes.
Changing the oil.
I finished putting the kit on and had to jack the car up from the back. The car fell off the jack and crushed the kit. I almost smashed it to pieces!!
My dude Lyron and his Soarer. I took my kit off. I didnt want to grenade it even though it was already beat.
My homie Rich. First time drifting and he did a good job from what I heard.
Also the homie LitoFlow (Manuel) came out. Drifted for the first time and he KILLED it. He is a natrual and his car is set up perfect.
I'm exhausted from fighting the steering wheel and trying to mount tires.
07-06-11, 09:19 PM
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07-09-11, 06:01 PM
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just to keep the tire stretch ***** going... 
if its not a track car and mostly a daily then a heavy set of knock-offs dont really do much harm. i like the stance. how do those k-sports ride. my buddy had a set on his sti and they sucked it harder then a major league pornstar on coke. he has stances now and its night and day.
if its not a track car and mostly a daily then a heavy set of knock-offs dont really do much harm. i like the stance. how do those k-sports ride. my buddy had a set on his sti and they sucked it harder then a major league pornstar on coke. he has stances now and its night and day.