S13Teddy wrote:Well the car definitely looked like a proper tuner car. It had paint kool rimzz, not to mention it was a Silvia. I started driving it around more often around town, to school, to work.
Oh yeah. Work.
I worked in Downtown Long Beach city at the time. Long Beach is very notorious for its zero-tolerance on "tuner cars". The police here doesn't mess around when it comes to modified vehicles and they will suffocate you in your own car with the amount of citations they will rip off and shove into your car.
After this night, I started sucking up to the law enforcement employees by offering discounts on food and drinks at the small Cafe I worked at. I'd always make sure to wave "hello" to them.
Oh and those pesky Parking Enforcement A-holes. God I hate those pricks. If you are even 1 second late on throwing in a god-damned quarter into your meter, BAM! There goes your pay for the day. $46.00 gone away to the stupid city of Long Beach.
So I always made sure to wave to them too and offer them free cokes.
Smart man right hurr <--
Yep. I was pretty satisfied with it....
Even if a pile of hot garbage had a more aesthetic appeal than the misaligned front end of my car.
I remember when I posted the above picture on the internet, so many people were like, "ZOMG your car is so low bro how do you do it?"
Well that bumper was CLEARLY not mounted, it was just resting on the ground. Morons. It's called a Myspace angle, remember? Chyeah.
I drove it to D1GP Anaheim like this. It was still open downpipe, and sounded rad. Since I work with FD and D1, I get to drive the car into the pit area to park, so I parked it here in the morning and drove it in afterwards. It turned many, many heads.
After driving this car to the meets a few times, one of my friend's, "Crazy Rob" told me my car looked like a piece of junk from the front. He told me he could have everything aligned perfectly. I told him I really didn't care, that I would drift the crap out of it and crash it again anyways.
Next day, he pulls up to my house with a car full of tools, a welder, some ratchet strap, and a bucket of Elbow Grease.
And so we fixed my front end that day.
I honestly didn't think it was possible for the front to ever be properly aligned again without chopping off the core support and welding in a new one. But I was quite obviously wrong.
I was so happy, it was inexplainable. To express my happiness, I drove it to the grocery store to buy a pack of cookies to celebrate.
Then this infamous picture was taken by Drew Fishbein of our Mulsanne cars at Willow Springs International Raceway.
I broke the car at that event. Big surprise.
Check out that caster! Yeah!
After a month, I hadn't driven the car very much. I finally pulled it back out of the garage to drive it again.
And it was at this point that I decided to depart from the gutted interior craze and head back into the "caged and full interior" club. What a great move on my part.
Got kick panels, carpet, A pillar plastics, remounted my turbo timer to inside my din pocket, put in a headunit, all I was waiting on was a gauge pod for the center console so that I could finally mount my APEX'i gauges.
All Star Bash was now almost here. Originally, I hadn't planned to go because of a lack of funds. I was saving up money for new coilovers because I absolutely hated my Megans.
Then one day, I said F*ck it, I'm going to ASB. So I called John at CityTire Online and ordered 10 tires and got my car ready.
I took these pics during my final test drive before All Star Bash. It drove/felt great. I was ready for the most epic drift event this side of the Pacific.
Alright. I'd say it's about time to wrap this story up, because not only is it ending here, but it is ending in real life as well.
All Star Bash. I remember watching videos of All Star Bash on Youtube every night before bed for months. I was obsessed with this event. I remember telling my mom, "These drivers are amazing. This event is the craziest event in the United States with the best drivers of the United States. I dream of driving in this one day when I'm good enough."
Every night, I'd watch these videos to ensure at least one dream during my sleep that involved drifting in this world famous celebration of true drifting. Never did I think I'd be a part of the action. That is, until BH invited me to drive. I remember the feeling of disbelief that ran through my body when I read the message, but also the feeling of excitement. My dreams were finally about to come true.
Fast forward.
We pulled up to Streets of Willow at about 2am in the morning. I was instantly greeted by my buddy Steve, Luke from Blu808 Racing, and Aaron "Dousan" from PG. We unloaded the car, and Luke kindly offered me a spot to hook up my EZ up next to his truck.
I spent the night getting my car ready for tech inspection the following morning. Excited could not even begin to explain my emotions that night. I prepared absolutely everything to ensure not having to stress the next day. Next on the agenda was sleep. I only had about 2 hours to do so, but I needed it. My friend Devin (wow-thats-a-cool-car) and I threw an air mattress in the bed of his pick up truck and drove up to a more quiet environment at the Horse Thief Mile track up the hill. We parked it in the pits.
I remember looking up at all the magnificent stars. Billions of them. We were in the desert afterall, and being a city boy, I never witness the glorious amounts of twinkling to be seen in the sky. Shooting stars were not a rare occurrence in this area. I dreamingly stared at the sky, which by now had a ray of sunlight coming from the horizon. Right. I needed sleep. Goodnight.
"Sleepy heeeeead, sleepy heeeeeaaaaadddd, bam bop bop bop," my phone's alarm was going off. The tune playing was the song, Sleepyhead, made famous in Will Roegge's last All Star Bash video. Butterflies were flying through my stomach as if it were the cool thing to do. I was so nervous. I tried to wake Devin up, but was to no avail. He was sound asleep. So I grabbed my shoes, checked to make sure there were no scorpions in them, and jammed my feet into them. I started the truck and raced down the mountain to the Streets of Willow track, with Devin sleeping in the open truck bed, blankets flailing in the air behind us. I was not about to be late to driver's meeting.
My car was still safe and sound under the EZ-UP in the morning light.
Driver's meeting was about to begin. I greeted Aaron "Dousan" and Big Jack, and we started the driver's meeting.
Just Drift Charlie talked about the driver's groups. Group A was Intermediate single runs, and no cage group. Group B was advanced tandem. Group C would be Pro group and chain tandem. I would be placed in Group B.
After the meeting, we were told to wait by our cars to be inspected by Just Drift Staff. It was pretty nerve wracking, because I thought it would be a pretty thorough inspection. But it wasn't and I passed with flying colors.
We all took off and did two parade laps. I'd never been on this particular track, and drifting had been PROHIBITED up until today. So we would be the first to drift here. Cool. The track was really big. Bigger than I'd expected. I knew I wouldn't have the power to drift it all with my bone stock SR, but it definitely seemed fun.
And fun it was. My first session out, I had an absolute blast. The car ran smoother than a newborn baby's vaseline covered bottom. I was ripping through the Streets of Willow in my under-powered car.
Of course, there were the occasional pit stops.
But I always got back to the track for more fun.
As the sun decided it was ready for bed, we most certainly had decided to stay for more fun. Afterall, the Team Tandem competition was happening that night. We needed 4 car teams to compete, and since none of my Mulsanne comrades had joined me for the event, it was time to put together a make-shift team. So I stole this bicycle and cruised the pits in hope of stumbling upon some willing teammates.
I eventually found all of our members: Matt "Big Wing" Fields, Daniel "DK" Kuo, and Micheal Ernst. I think that's his name. But we were still lacking a crucial element. A name, of course! We scanned the list for already taken names. Coming soon, Risky d!ck, JTP's Mom, and Slide Assassins were already taken, and more were soon to form. Damn. All of my ideas were thrown out the window. We came up with "Daughter Wreckers" as a mutual agreement.
So we all got on the grid in line to compete. I'd never driven with any of these driver's, but I already knew DK. Great.
As we sat in line, we watched the other teams put down their runs. Some of them were doing pretty damn good (for USA standards, of course), and I was getting pretty nervous...
Then we went out. On one of our first runs, I managed to perform this magnificent stunt.
Now I had no more bumper. Great. I had managed to keep it on all day too. Such a bummer. But it sure didn't keep us from drifting.
We ended up getting 3rd place that night. I wasn't expecting us to win, let alone even make podium. But to our pleasant surprise we did. So we had quite a celebration that night. Everyone did, really. Alcohol snuck out of their hiding places and began to find it's way into jolly drifters' hands. Everybody was was drunk walking this way and that.
And talking on the loud speaker. You know, the one that the race announcer speaks on? The one that everyone on, in and around the track could hear. "Nah nah nah, but you remember that one time when he.... dude I am SO drunk right now. Hey Rick! What are you do- No! Let me on the mic now! Hi guys! Welcome to All Star Bas--- buhhhhhhhhh puke!"
All. Night. Long.
Well I used my time more productively and took the 20 pieces of front bumper I could find and started putting my bumper back together.
Around 3 or 4am, Devin and I headed over to Balcony to get some sleep. So many stars. Crazy. I can't wait for ASB 2010 just so I can see them again. I'm not even exaggerating, it looked just like this:
I figured I would just stare at the beautiful stars to drift to sleep. This time I really needed it, because tomorrow was Horse Thief Mile.
Note. I crash in a devastating way 100% of the time I go to Horse Thief Mile.