The most most important thing you need to know about me is that I'm nuts about cars. Like, really nuts. Not oh-isn't-that-cute nuts, or eccentric nuts. Nuts in the way that tends to provoke nervous laughter and, just occasionally, straightjackets and nice, burly men in white coats. You know, dart-gun nuts.
This is my car:
It's a 2002 Subaru WRX wagon. I have done a few things to it. More than a few, really.
It has (deep breath) a AUDM STi VF-35 Turbo, STi Pinks 565cc Injectors, STi V7 Top-mount, APS 65mm Intake, Perrin 2.5" Inlet with Afta-Maf, Perrin Lightweight Crank-pulley, Rocket Rally Up-pipe and Downpipe, STi Catback, Rocket Reflash and Custom Dyno Tune ~350hp@6500rpm, STi Scoop and V7 Splitter, Koni Inserts, STi Springs, Full TiC shift-linkage bushings, RCE Canted Caster plates, Group N Rear Strut Mounts, Whiteline Steering Rack and Outrigger Bushings, TiC Fender Braces, Whiteline Front and Rear Sways and Endlinks, Comfort Anti-Lift-Kit, Rear Subframe Lockbolts, Enkei RP02Js w/ Sumitomo HTR ZIIs, and a partridge in a pear tree. Oh, and custom-made, hand-turned, laser-engraved, oiled walnut shift-knob.
So there you go: nuts.
That's not even the worst part of it. I write a weekly column about cars for a local newspaper. I'm one of the top commenters at an online blog-site about cars. Every time I'm involved in a conversation with a group of people, the subject invariably turns to cars.
What can I say, I looove cars. So far, I have cleverly avoided raising the wife's suspicions by having the car in her name. Muahaha.
However, she still took it with her to Victoria, as we're moving over the next couple of months. That means I am wifeless and carless for the next eight or nine weeks, and I'm going to have to find my own way around, just like a normal human being.
No camshafts.
No burnouts.
No turbos.
:(
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