Amazing how things always have a way of working out!

[ILuvNkdChx]

The Q I have now is my second Q. It is a 94 touring. The first Q I owned was a 92 with under 80,000 mi. Sadly I had the first one before I was lucky enough to stumble across this site. Anyway the 92 met an early grave when I was stupid enough to race some riced out Maxima back in the summer of 01. The driver was doing 20 in a 30 and was swerving to stop me and a buddy of mine(in the passenger seat) from passing him on the outside. This was a staggered road to say the least, with sharp blind turns every couple hundred feet. Nonetheless I crossed the median in to the opposite lane of traffic. I began to accelerate. OF COURSE now the Maxima decides to accelerate as well. I look down at the speedo, I'm doing 50, glance at the road and back down, 70, up and down, 85. I'm about to hit a perfect spot to cut back over and blow his doors off when a car's grill peeks out at me from one of the blind corners. I'm doing 85 head on in to this audi. Split second decision *don't break, not enough time, CUT the wheel!* I cut the wheel and slammed on the breaks, the car narrowly missing my drivers mirror. Not out of the hole yet, tree quickly approaching! SLAM! F***, S***, my car, damn it! My CAR! The tree was dead center in the middle of the hood, battery acid was dripping down my windshield. I look down at myself and realize I'm alright. Just a little burned from the airbag. I glance over at my friend who is gasping for air. F*** his inhaler, where is it? Can this day get any worse? Nowhere in sight, I try to calm him down. I look at the speedo for the last time. 48, the number is still burned in to my mind. I got her down to 48...Thank God!(speedo stuck at 48) I can't imagine how this would have been at 85! My head relaxes a little, until I remember the drugs in the back seat! Of course the cops show up in record time, walking up to the window just about the time I remember the 1.5 lbs of grass in the back seat. I tell them to tend to my friend. One of the cop's sons happens to be traveling with his dad! The boy has asthma too! What are the chances? My mind slips back to the drugs. What am I gonna do? It's right in the rear center console! Actually it's pushed up in to the seat, maybe they won't notice, what am I thinking the dogs will obviously find it! I get up as casually as possiblr and walk to the car grabbing the grass and wrapping it in a sweatshirt that was left on the floor. I walk away realizing that everyone is still attending to my friend. I stash the sweatshirt in some random persons bushes on their front lawn. The ambulance is showing up now and they assure me everything will be alright. A moment of ease is much welcomed at this point. With my friend off to the hospital the police begin doing their regular questioning. They are asking me all sorts of questions when one officer yells to the one questioning me. A little baggy of weed, and a pipe is what they found, not mine, still to this day don't know how it got there. They arrest me on the spot and seize my car, calling it a crime scene. I wait the alloted amount of time, pay my money, and rush to the hospital to make sure all was well. My friend had a broken hip, a shattered ankle, a fractured wrist and a severe concussion. You know some S*** hit the fan when a concussion is the least of your worries. 3 surgeries, 2 screws in wrist, and 1 new metal hip later, I had my buddy back! I'd curse Infiniti for not having the passenger airbag in the first gen, but it's not their fault I'm a F***ing MORON! If your still reading I'm glad I didn't write this for nothing. FAST FORWARD almost 6 years: To 2 weeks ago. Here is where the weird comes in to play. My brother got promoted at work, and had to switch locations. On his second day to work he notices a Q45 with the hood pushed in. A few days go by and he decides to give me a call. We go down and look at it, sure enough it's mine. Or now someone else's. My brother and I search for the "proud" new owner. We find him and chat for HOURS. Apparently the police had seized the car and put it up for auction. A man in Connecticut bought it just for all the stereo equipment I had in it. (about $2100.00 worth, yeah I was THAT guy!) After all the stereo equipment was out of it, the man gave it to his uncle who owns a body shop/parts yard in Massachusetts, quite close to where I currently reside. I tell the man my story and he lets me have at it. I mean the guy let me take whatever parts I needed and all I did was buy him lunch and a six pack. His nephew did not own a Q45 so I got back most of the mechanicals I wanted, including my tokicos and my eibachs, even found my old ipod in the trunk(sadly it did not work). So here is my next task, finding a way to fit the 92 tokicos on to my 94, since there is that 2 or 3 mm difference or whatever. I figure there has to be a way since this is like some sort of fate!

[maxnix]

So here is my next task, finding a way to fit the 92 tokicos on to my 94, since there is that 2 or 3 mm difference or whatever. I figure there has to be a way since this is like some sort of fate!

The front lower (I think) strut mounts have larger holes on the later G50.

I think I would take careful stock of your fate. I am sure your friend is.

[T45]

That has to be the most random long winded pointless post I have ever read. It was cool up until the weed part, then it just became silly. Kinda like the movie "From dusk til dawn". Movie was killer until the vampires came out, then it was just dumb. Not knocking you or your car. That's just one crazy story.

[ILuvNkdChx]

Hmm, true story...vampires, true story...vampires. Not making the connection. To each their own I guess.

[Haitian_King]

Lmao!

Funny.

Wow. What a story. Fate works in mysterious ways, yeah? Imagine finding your Q after all this time. Lucky.

I'm going to start checking out some auctions. Maybe I'll get lucky.

Glad to see everything worked out for you.

Racing someone with a pound and half of weed isn't the smartest thing to do.

BTW, what kind of bud was it?

[superuber]

I thought we were on NICO not the high school forum.

I know, let's all sell our Q45's and buy bongs and we can meet on the Cheech and Chong forum!

Aw, you guys are to young to remember that.

[Haitian_King]

Hahaha.

No one's too young to remember Cheech & Chong.

Sell my Q? NEVER! Unless I got another one.

[ScottJackson]

well, at least after 6 years from the accident, he still loves naked chicks.

[Haitian_King]

Who doesn't? I think that's an inborn trait that you never grow out of.