Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the garageNot a turbo was spooling, not even the dodge.
The tools were all hung, by the compressor with careWaiting for the day that my turbo kit would get there
The turbo’s were ordered, the ship dates were crapSo I settled down for a long winters napSo as I finished my jack Daniels, and made my way to bedVisions of intercoolers danced in my head
When from the garage, there arose such a clatterI jumped up from the john, to see what’s the matterWhen up on the rooftop, I could now see clearA brown ups truck, with 8 tiny reindeer
I rubbed my eyes and squinted, for this I could not believeInstead of antlers, they had t-63’sand front mount intercoolers, hung from their necki needed a closer look, and thought “what the heck”
I made my way to the garage, and what did I seeA fat little bald guy, with a package for meThe door was locked tight, so it was unclear, Just how that portly UPS guy got here
And just as I thought, how will he leave, I saw the boost controller mounted on his sleeveAnd as he hit the trans brake, the reindeers spooled upAnd the ups truck sat there, backfired and hiccupped
Then shot from the roof, with a surge and a wooshFor a second there I thought he had juice“on Tial, On Greddy, on Garret and GT!”I heard him exclaim as he sped away from me
And as that UPS truck disappeared to the light, I heard
“Merry Boostmas to all, and to all a good night”
Happy Boost Mas
Re: Happy Boost Mas (PalmerWMD)
nice
lolPalmerWMD wrote:
I jumped up from the john, to see what’s the matter
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Cyberkreig
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Re: (Dirtylou)
boostmas, best holiday ever.
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Re: (Dirtylou)
Dirtylou wrote:That's the greatest poem ever. I need to frame it and put it in my bathroom.lol
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'93 Lexus SC300 w/ SP66 turbo kit
KA-T Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all thru the roost, There was no turbo whine; there was simply no boost
I'd poked, and I'd prodded, and experienced pain, But my diagnosing was just all in vain.
"This turbo is garbage - it won't @#$%@ spin!" So I kicked it, and cursed, and turned to head in,
When up on the garage roof I heard such a crash, To the pry bar in the corner I made a mad dash.
"If someone's on my roof they best be retreating!" And outside I went to deliver the beating,
When what to my bloodshot eyes should appear, But a trick KA-T towed by pumped-up reindeer!
They were polished, and ported, and snorting with need, And attached to them all were dual T3's!
And behind the Sparco wheel was a driver so slick, I knew for certain that it must be St. Nick.
He hopped from his ride and went to the back, And from under the hatch he pulled out a sack.
Then he dropped to the ground with such a loud clunk, I knew that his sack must be filled with car junk!
"I see that your turbo has decided to die, And that it's death has near made you cry.
"A NEW turbo for you is the answer I see." And out of his sack he pulled a big T04E!
I d**n near plum fainted as he gave it to me; It was better than a hit of pure LSD.
"But wait, there's more - you'll need to look good." And out came new wheels and a sweet carbon hood.
I said, "This is great!" as I looked at each one, But Santa, well, he was not quite yet done.
"An FMIC is needed to stay cool, And to put this stuff on you need some air tools."
He pulled it all out; laid it all at my feet, Then jumped back to his ride without missing a beat.
"I've got to be off, so install that with care," Then he launched off the garage back into the air.
And I heard him exclaim over his turbos so shrill, "See ya next year at the track - where some V8's we'll kill!"
"I watched him flyoff towards the end of the block, but the car never made it, because of crank walk."
I'd poked, and I'd prodded, and experienced pain, But my diagnosing was just all in vain.
"This turbo is garbage - it won't @#$%@ spin!" So I kicked it, and cursed, and turned to head in,
When up on the garage roof I heard such a crash, To the pry bar in the corner I made a mad dash.
"If someone's on my roof they best be retreating!" And outside I went to deliver the beating,
When what to my bloodshot eyes should appear, But a trick KA-T towed by pumped-up reindeer!
They were polished, and ported, and snorting with need, And attached to them all were dual T3's!
And behind the Sparco wheel was a driver so slick, I knew for certain that it must be St. Nick.
He hopped from his ride and went to the back, And from under the hatch he pulled out a sack.
Then he dropped to the ground with such a loud clunk, I knew that his sack must be filled with car junk!
"I see that your turbo has decided to die, And that it's death has near made you cry.
"A NEW turbo for you is the answer I see." And out of his sack he pulled a big T04E!
I d**n near plum fainted as he gave it to me; It was better than a hit of pure LSD.
"But wait, there's more - you'll need to look good." And out came new wheels and a sweet carbon hood.
I said, "This is great!" as I looked at each one, But Santa, well, he was not quite yet done.
"An FMIC is needed to stay cool, And to put this stuff on you need some air tools."
He pulled it all out; laid it all at my feet, Then jumped back to his ride without missing a beat.
"I've got to be off, so install that with care," Then he launched off the garage back into the air.
And I heard him exclaim over his turbos so shrill, "See ya next year at the track - where some V8's we'll kill!"
"I watched him flyoff towards the end of the block, but the car never made it, because of crank walk."