Antilag

Yes, we’re not dead and in fact still kicking about. Maybe even stronger than before because jobs have sucked, money sucked, cars in bits and even the WRX engine detonated due to a faulty oil pickup. FFS Subaru, dont design something so retarded!

We’ll actually – maybe do some more mocking of WRC this year

Without any time to savour the scenery after the finish of Rally Sweden – or indeed the alcohol or women of Sweden – the WRC circus moves across to the wilderness and FJORDS!!! of Norway, where the third round of the WRC will take place in the backyard and swimming pool of Petter Solberg.

Well….. it would be a swimming pool if the water was ever something other than ice. Which in some ways is a good thing, given Petter is never home to clean it. Imagine all the life forms that could exist in it now if it wasnt permafrost?

With no time for the usual after rally party of 6 blondes and a smoking brunette, Marcus Gronholm took a few moments to demonstrate his little known other hobby – as the lead guitarist of a Finnish Death Metal band. Secret photos as see here – http://sa.zector.co.uk/slave/files/75/75e25b596dda570c50b93eaf89040a665d380c98.jpg – show Marcus doing the Goat to a hysterical crowd of anarchistic rally fans in black t-shirts all with DEATH TO LEOB on it. Gronholm immediatly bit the head off a live Citroen mechanic and then destroyed his equipment in an orgy of violence that provoked a riot – which lead to Rally Director Slartibartfast declaring a state of emergency and the immediate 24 hour guard of the Citroen service park with the most repellent thing to an anarchist – Country and Western singers. Tensions however are running high, with Gronholm seen later int he service park covered in blood and oil, swinging his Stratocaster like a Viking’s axe, raping and pillaging as he went. Henning Solberg, who everyone likes managed to calm the lyric crazed Finn with a few notes of Metallica’s One and then set up a guitar duel to distract Marcus from further destruction. When they actually do get the rocking, Goat throwing Finn into his Ford, he is so pumped he easily wins the rally, before declaring war on Iceland and eating the intestines of the nearest FIA official. Sebastian Loeb, distressed by this turn of events and the fact he no longer has a service crew (they fled for their lives), has his first DNF of the season. He is heard to say “Ummmmmm screw you ummm guys I’m ummmmm going home”. Cries of “OMG! Marcus killed Kenny! You bastard!’ are later heard with an enraged Loeb coming at the Ford service crew with a chainsaw and a boomstick. Danny Sordo, happy for once he’s not the one being picked on, decides to quietly service his own car, do his own co-driving and in some complete and utter staggering leap of logic that I dont understand, comes second. Which given he cant drive on ice makes me wonder what reality I am presently inhabiting.

Third will be the all too likeable Henning Solberg, still strumming his axe and being completely made of cool. I would like to say Petter Solberg comes fourth…. and in fact I will and it is with great pleasure Petter Solberg dragged the sorry s***heap the WRC 2006 was and attempted to return it to the rally car store he got it from. As the following shows, it didnt quite go to plan……

Mr. Solberg: ‘Ello, I wish to register a complaint. (The owner does not respond.)

Mr. Slolebrg: ‘Ello, Miss?

Owner: What do you mean “miss”?

Mr. Solberg: I’m sorry, I have a frog in my throat *ribbit*. I wish to make a complaint!

Owner: We’re closin’ for lunch.

Mr. Solberg: Never mind that, my lad. I wish to complain about this rally car I purchased from this very workshop.

Owner: Oh yes, the, uh, the Norwegian Subaru…What’s,uh…What’s wrong with it?

Mr. Solberg: I’ll tell you what’s wrong with it, my lad. ‘It sucks, that’s what’s wrong with it

Owner: No, no, ‘e’s uh,…he’s retuning.

Mr. Solberg: Look, matey, I know a POS rally cart when I see one, and I’m looking at one right now.

Owner: No no he’s not a POS he’s, he’s retuning! Remarkable car, the Norwegian Subaru, idn’it, ay? Beautiful signwriting!

Mr. Solberg: The signwriting don’t enter into it. It’s a POS.

Owner: Nononono, no, no! ‘E’s retuning!

Mr. Solberg: All right then, if he’s retuning, I’ll drive him! (shouting at the transporter) ‘Ello, Mister Subaru! I’ve got a lovely fresh bit of AVGAS for you if you show… (owner hits the transporter)

Owner: There, he retuned!

Mr. Solberg: No, he didn’t, that was you hitting the transporter!

Owner: I never!!

Mr. Solberg: Yes, you did!

Owner: I never, never did anything…

Mr. Solberg: (yelling and hitting the transporter repeatedly) ‘ELLO SUBY!!!!! Testing! Testing! Testing! Testing! This is your nine o’clock service time! (Takes car out of the transporter and drives it around the service park, where it explodes into flames)

Mr. Solberg: Now that’s what I call a POS rally car.

Owner: No, no…..No, ‘e’s …. servicing!

Mr. Solberg: SERVICING?!?

Owner: Yeah! You crashed him, just as he was getting going! Norwegian Subarus crash easily, major.

Mr. Solberg: Um…now look…now look, mate, I’ve definitely ‘ad enough of this. That car is definitely deceased, and when I purchased it not a year ago, you assured me that its total lack of speed was due to it bein’ tired and shagged out following a prolonged special staged.

Owner: Well, he’s…he’s, ah…probably pining for the fjords.

Mr. Solberg: PININ’ for the FJORDS?!?!?!? What kind of talk is that?, look, why did he’s wheels fall off the moment I got ‘im home?

Owner: The Norwegian Subaru prefers driving with no wheels on! Remarkable car, id’nit, squire? Lovely signwriting!

Mr. Solberg: Look, I took the liberty of examining that car when I got it home, and I discovered the only reason that it had been sitting on its jackstands in the first place was that it had been WELDED there. (pause)

Owner: Well, o’course it was welded there! If I hadn’t nailed that car down, it would have nuzzled up to those transporter doors, bent ’em apart with its LSD, and VOOM! Feeweeweewee!

Mr. Solberg: “VOOM”?!? Mate, this car wouldn’t “voom” if you put four million PSI through it! ‘E’s bleedin’ demised!

Owner: No no! ‘E’s pining!

Mr. Solberg: ‘E’s not pinin’! ‘E’s passed on! This car is no more! He has ceased to be! ‘E’s expired and gone to meet ‘is maker! ‘E’s a stiff! Bereft of life, ‘e rests in peace! If you hadn’t nailed ‘im to the jackstands ‘e’d be rusting in the meadow! ‘Is ECU processes are now ‘istory! ‘E’s off the twig! ‘E’s kicked the bucket, ‘e’s shuffled off ‘is mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin’ choir invisibile!! THIS IS AN EX-RALLYCAR!! (pause)

Owner: Well, I’d better replace it, then. (he takes a quick peek behind the counter) Sorry squire, I’ve had a look ’round the back of the shop, and uh, we’re right out of rallycars.

Mr. Solberg: I see. I see, I get the picture.

Owner: I got a WRC2007. (pause)

Mr. Solberg: Pray, does it go fast?

Owner: Nnnnot really.

Mr. Solberg: WELL IT’S HARDLY A BLOODY REPLACEMENT, IS IT?!!???!!?

Owner: N-no, I guess not. (gets ashamed, looks at his feet)

Mr. Solberg: Well. (pause)

Owner: (quietly) D’you…. d’you want to come back to my place?

Mr. Solberg: (looks around) Yeah, all right, sure.

Oh now come on, do you think I would let the fact the WRC2006 Suabru is finally being towed around the back of the service park and shot and the fact we are in Norway get past this one? 😀

Mikko Hirvonen, much bemused by the mayhem and blood flying everywhere, comes fifth. And falls asleep onstage as he usually does.

Chris Atkinson surprised everyone in that he showed someone who had no idea what rain was, let alone snow could actually win a stage in Sweden will give the WRC2006 a deserving final send off by coming sixth and taking a great big dump down the intake.

Daniel Carllson comes sixth in the Galant Vr4. Which, given how much mine seems to work about as well as the WRC2006 Subaru, is a bloody miracle!

Seventh is a moose driving a Citroen.

Eigth will be Toni Gardenmaster, still reeling after Marcus smoked his entire supply of garden weeds.

And there you have it. I managed to work in Nordic rock, Dead parrots, moose, Galants and Bruce Campbell into one prolonged spasm of dribble. Somewhere, someone with much better spelling is slowly committing suicide at that.

Look in the sky! It’s a Bird! no, it a plane! No it’s Max Mosley’s Outdoor Dunny!!

Able to leap logic in a single bound, an excuse to give service crew even more work and Uncle Ted’s tow truck service a few kick backs in extracting cars from the forest. FIA president Max Mosley denied all reports of illegal bribery from Uncle Ted, rumoured to be a bottle of Old Red and two hookers. Max Mosley did not comment for this article

The last day most excellent adventures of the Swedish Chef (aka Bill and Ted) who abused Max Mosley’s outdoor dunny rules to gain the Upper Mongolia rally championhip highlighted the influence of this rule on Uncle Ted’s pocket as well as titles that His Royal Highness, The King Of Upper Mongolia Max Mosley bequeaths of those less fortunate than him ie : everyone.

On the Prince of Free Willy Rally of Greater Upper Mongolia, the national championship and also the winner of the Bitsaremissing mentally challenged driving award was also decided by a quick visit around the back of Max Mosley’s outdoor dunny. It is also well noted this dunny was visited by many of this year’s champions, Sebastian Loeb making a particularly long distance pit stop in the Monte Carlo rally, finishing strongly after a dodgy vindaloo the night before. A third title decided by a visit to Max’s outdoor dunny was the size of the winner’s cheque book, awarded to the WRC’s Production car champoin with a bid of 7 million dollars and his nubile 18 year old sister.

The future looks bright for Max’s Dunny. The FIA have now harsher rules for anyone who leaves skid marks on the polished gold bowl. Furthermore, anyone who aims badly while peeing gets 10’000 volts to the testicles, with the expectation more teams will be visiting the dunny after a hard night out at the pub, thence adding more significance to waiting times to drive Max’s porcelain bus. A second dunny should be added early in 2007 to help with the line up.

On the portable Max’s Dunny that is now part of all regional championships, a new rule about butt wiping has been introduced, that a lemon scented roll of toilet paper be provided at all times and a slave to clean the bowl with his toungue after every use.

Thence, the question must be asked, is Max’s Dunny actually of any use to us? F1 drivers refuse to use it, preferring Bernie’s Platinum Dunny with inbuilt heating and a comely lass that squirts warm water over the driver’s buttocks after they finish unloading. Last year Chris Atkinson was the main user of Max’s Dunny, while this year Matthew Wilson seemed to suffer a lot from irritable Bowel Syndrome (Probably from his father’s boot being so frequently booting his bum for wrecking another car) visited Max’s Outdoor Dunny 33 times, at least once every rally, which given the Dunny is in England is quite an achievement. Wilson also somehow managed to finish all 16 rallies, which must be some sort of a miracle, given how many times he was heard groaning in the Dunny (and often blocking said Dunny with something that looked suspiciously like a work boot) and Malcolm Wilson was seen buying yet another set of shoes while muttering nasty things.

Prompted by this article I read in the NSWWRX’s online chat group…

http://www.wistv.com/Global/story.asp?S=5598876

Trailer Trash = one step on the evolution scale below NASCAR fans. Which given the quivering mass of Budweiser (VOMIT) swilling mass of mouth breathers that is the typical NASCAR fan, that’s a pretty big call, I know.

And while I’m at it, may I make a public service announcement and advise if your ever in the USA, do NOT drink Budweiser. It is not a mistake to name it as worse than Fosters on the scale of bottled cat pee that tries to mislead consumers calling itself beer. In fact, I am sure my intestine still wants to strangle me for putting it through that kind of abuse.

There are many good things about America, dont get me wrong. The Beer and coffee they serve aint even close to being good and should be, for the sake of one’s longevity, not be consumed, but used in hand to hand combat.

P.S I deny all rumours that I sell the urine from my cats as Budweiser. I cant figure out how to get it into the bottles to begin with without choking in disgust…….

I’ve been trying to write fucking post but this fucking crap network’s been fucking crashing if I write me than 50 words.

WHY THE FUCK AM I PAYING THOSE SHITS FOR????

Peter Brock, Australia’s greatest motorsport legend, killed in National Targa in WA. He was 61 and no words can express how shocked the Australian Motorsport community is. It is a testament to the man he bumped Steve Irwin off front page

RIP Brocky 🙁

Dont worry, I’m looking for the funny to write as per normal for a Rally preview. It

s hard to think when I have Disturbed blasting form the speakers, wakign the neigbours and probably getting complaints of noise pollution. Wait, knock on the door, be right back.

Edit : WTF, there’s a Ford Focus outside. What the hell is going on?

In a vain attempt to show that the “Luck” of Citroen and Loeb is not some sort of pact with Begark, deity of Chickens, the deliberate mistakes of Finland have been found out and the FIA have ordered that all chickens be banned from service parks. However, it is reported of strange rituals and chanting being doen in the back of the Citroen service truck and the suspicious amount of dolls with needles sticking out of them.

Petter Solberg, complaining of back pains, has been seen with a cute Norwegian (aka his wife), nude while olive oil is rubbed into his loins. Atkinson accidentally walked in and has been sent to his room without dinner. Hence, in a hissy fit Atkinson wins the rally and gets allowed to play in the sand pit with the other children as a reward

Loeb learns how to give an interview without using 6 million “ummmm”‘s and comes second. A relaxed Petter Solberg comes third or first, whichever way you think about it.

Marcus Gronholm, looking relaxed and happy is fourth inexplicably. When asked, Malcolm Wilson states that the entire team is hung over from an all night orgy that went on just a bit too long and thence they havent sobered up enough to see straight, let alone maintain a rally car.

As Mikko Hivornen is comatose most of the time anyway, no one notices that he is asleep in the trailer and a subsitute from Australia is used in his place. Nice car is the Ford. And Marcus has some groupies with huge…. traits of land.

Danny Sordo comes fifth when 16 cars ahead of him either crash or inexplicably explode.

Toshi Arai comes sixth and the entire nation of Japan is burnt down in celebration as a result.

Gigi Galli fails to punch someone. He is charged with bringing the sport into repute and fined 50,000 Euros – or a deathmatch with Mike Tyson. Mike Tyson runs away scared and Galli wins by default.

http://enormouslysideways.net/wrc2006.html

I have nothing to do with that site. I know nuuuutttttttthhing!

I’ve just upgraded WordPress to the latest version. Not that anyone cares because no one reads. Even I dont read

http://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=1939914

Full report on Somethingawful.

Short summary – very rough, lots of carnage, came 6th outright. And got video too

Hey, is there anyone out there reading any of this shit?

It’s 5 AM on a Friday and I’m crawling out of bed. There are very few reasons I will crawl out of bed at 5 AM. One is fishing. Two is some sort of trip. Three is racing.

I took Friday off because I wasn’t sure about how tech would treat my car. My fan wiring is ghetto, but it works. I’ve properly lodged the thermostat probe into the radiator and now that works too.

It’s almost a 6 hour drive from my house to Gainesville, where I have lodging with a friend. I arrive at 11:30, and take most of the crap out of my car. After lunch, I stupidly think that tech inspection starts at 3:30 (actually 5:30). At least I know where the school is now.

Tech inspection goes well, except a lug nut has disappeared in the nearly 400 miles between Gainesville and Miami, and I’m told I need to remove the rest of the junk from my car. I agree, explaining that it will be removed by tomorrow, and I want the spare between here and my lodging, just in case. From the little of the course I can see, it looks amazing. The long straight and the barrel slalom have my mouth watering. It looks like everyone will see some actual speed, including myself. Three weeks ago I was bummed that I had to buy new tires, but now I’m glad I have them, and actually chose them based on the tread pattern. I head back to my friend’s but stop by Advance Auto and pick up a lug nut first.

It’s Saturday. I’m up at 7 and out the door at 7:40 because inspection ends at 8:30. I make it with 15 minutes before tech ends. The drivers meeting is the usual spiel, be safe, watch a couple of spots, keep hydrated. The high was 100F or 38C. Since the 240SX is still my daily driver, I decide to not push hard, and just figure out how the car works on a more mixed course, which includes a kart track.

I’m car 2. I was the second person to register for the event. I have an older FWD Impreza in front of me, and that’s fine.

The start is a simple right turn into a somewhat tight, but not tight enough to handbrake left. There is a big of a zigzag and then a series of straights and some minor turns that force slowdown on relatively soft dirt. I got the car up to about 50 on the longest of this section. Then make a hard U left on some very, very soft sand/dirt and onto what is now a worn down airstrip, through a fast, expanding oil barrel slalom, and into a massive straight that the turbo AWDs probably got up to 80 mph at the end of. At the end of the straight is a wide U sweeper, right back to near the start, and barrels connected with tape mark the edge off. Another straight and then another series of barrel guided dodges and into a very tight left in soft dirt, but not as soft as the transition onto the runway. This opens up into an awesome series of hairpin and sweepers, probably 10 hairpins in all. The course is adaptable, with hairpins being edited out later and bus-stops instead.

Run 1: figuring out how my car behaves. Too much traction on the hairpins, entering them wrong and loosing buckets of time. Handbrake isn’t taped down nor is it tight enough. Bugger.
My Time : 7:37 ?
Top time: 6:30 ?

Run 2:
Clean up run 1’s mistakes well. Drop over 20 seconds, still loosing time in the hairpins.
Taped up and tightened handbrake is a huge improvement.

My time: 7:16?
Top: 6:24?

Run 3: Shortened course, with less hairpins and more bus stops. Still not getting all the hairpins right.
My Time: 6:50?
Top Time: 5:58!

Run 4: Course 3 in reverse. Get most of the hairpins right, except for one which I overcook and have to back out. Barrel slalom tightens instead of expands, and I put the car into a sideways slide to stop instead of smacking something and going off course. My Time: 6:56 ?
Top time ?

Run5: felt glorious. All the hairpins are back in. I get every single one perfectly, but still have trouble on the exits due to my lack of rear traction. Kept everything clean.
My Time: 7:10
Top time ?

I never really pushed until the 2 last runs, because the entire time I remember that I have to drive this same car to work on Monday. I’m still having a blast.

It was $75 to enter, free lodging. Consumed $20 at the concessions building with water, food and Gatorade. Burned about $150 in gasoline. It was worth every fucking cent.

I can’t wait till the next one in October.

What the fuck is khanacross I hear you ask? Simple. It’s like what is called Rallycross in the USA, except it’s…. rather better. Since I saw ‘rallycross’ when I was in the USA last year, I have to say you guys have gotten shafted as it’s a bit of a joke really. Blame SCCA I might add, it’s not the competitor’s fault what you get served is a point and giggle. Now before you think I’m talking through my ass, I would download a video I’ve offered up. I think you will see why I have a dim view of SCCA rallycross.

Khanacross is on defined tracks, usually max speed of 80 kph allowed. No straight longer than 150 meters. One run on each test, which is then reversed. Penalties are 5 seconds for a marker, 10 seconds for failing to stop at finish garage, Wrong Direction is either slowest time +5 seconds or double fastest.

NSW has a state championship, which is generally about as hot a competition as you can get for Khana in Australia. The serious guys really ramp up car prep, it’s not unusal to see 300 hp Datsuns or specials flying about. Most of the drivers are retired rally or current having some fun and practice. Like the retired former State rally champions who have a habit of showing up.

A Special is an open wheeler built to basically give the finger to the rule book. You have manatory safety, you have mandatory minimum wheelbase size (2 meters long by I think 1.3 wide), must be 2wd. Other than that, you can go stupid. So, imagine something smaller and lighter than an Atom with a rear mounted Holden 3.8 litre V6. Or a SR20DET. Or a superchaged 1.6 litre Suzuki.

So I think if you can grasp that, you know why I bang on about specials being a touch hard to beat. They also come with directional brake systems that increase manuverability.

The Datsuns are usually not far behind, fibreglass panels are allowed, extreme lightweighting etc. 200 hp plus 800 kg with good chuckability = gold.

It’s basically run what you bring, with classes strictly on wheelbase with just about anything allowed, with the exception competitors under 18 are grouped together, Specials grouped together and AWD grouped together.

I havent tried my hand at a State level Khanacross in years if memory serves me right so with the VR4 once again packed, fuel turned into the noxious mix that the car runs so well on, newly vented bonnet and far, far too fucking early in the morning for a Sunday, we’re off to see what can be done against some rather serious competition.

First thing I noted is how long it took for the VR4 to get to operating temps with the vented bonnet. 40 km on the freeway before it really got happy and still noticably down for the entire 180km trip. Power was a bit up, as well as fuel economy better. Still had 3/4 tank when I got to Awaba.

Second was the mud. We’ve had a lot of rain after the last motorkhana just last week, so the ground was a guggly, stick mess of sandy clay mud. Awaba is fucking awful in these conditions, slippery and traction pathetic. Even for a AWD. Sheesh, this was not looking good. And changing tyres in the slop is just what I always wanted to do.

By the time drivers breifing came about, 40 odd other competitors, 10 specials, big hp Dattos and Hondas, Toyota Sprinter (AE86 for the Doriftu fags) RX7, RX2, V8 Commodore, supercharged Subaru Brat and RX turbo had arrived. And one VR4 tucked away.

We do the convoy run to get a track sighter and as I suspected, it’s slippery and is going to cut up fast. And as luck would have it, the first run no one wanted to go first as a result, who wants to run in front of everyone on a shit surface?

http://alliancemotorsport.org/video…ossrun1and2.wmv

*sigh*

Not once but twice.

http://alliancemotorsport.org/video…nacrossrun3.wmv

And if I didnt talk my way out of it, it would have been run 3 too, still faced up 3rd car. Nearly went off twice, run two being sucked off the road by a mud pit in second gear and as you can hear occasionally, even the VR4 was scrabbling for traction. And also much to my dismay, competitors who I would usually beat worked their way late in the running order, so I was at one fucking serious disadvantage. So a lot miffed with my luck, went to a thankfully much grippier fourth test

http://alliancemotorsport.org/video…nacrossrun4.wmv

And I think you’ll notice the rather obvious killer tree suicide attempt.

Right, so I’ driving like shit, the car feels awful, the road conditions for three tests treacherous, I’m pissed off, moaning about my lot in life. And the woes went on at lunch when the interim results had me 17th outright.

Fuck, I was upset.

Little did I know there was a results problem.

After lunch, tests much drier. Car feels better. Bit low on power I think, handling not what I like, woe is me again.

http://alliancemotorsport.org/video…nacrossrun5.wmv

Nearly went off again.

http://alliancemotorsport.org/video…nacrossrun6.wmv

And was pretty furious with myself as the rather loud murmurings in the cabin show.

http://alliancemotorsport.org/video…ossrun7and8.wmv

Test 7 (3 in the reverse) usually shows up the VR4. Actually felt allright and was a bit happier. And I did get a chance to eyeball the results fromt he test and saw I was about 7th for that test. Okay, that wasnt so bad now, that’s usually the worst test. Test 8 finished the day and managed to grab a time only .5 sec behind the fastest special. Allright, not so bad then.

I do have to thank Goons for the fitness tips last year, I’ve been pretty heavily into swimming and biking, I’ve definatly one hell of a lot more able to cope with racing. Still, the VR4 is one heavy and hot thing to throw about, 3 litres of drink downed and still needed more.

Decided to wander up and check results. Got a real shock to find out they had ballz up the interim and hadnt been 17th. I was 5th and well and truly in amongst the specials, .2 in front of the fastest Datsun.

Final results. 3rd outright. 2.5 ahead of any sedan. 7 seconds behind 2nd.

Okay, I’ll stop whinging now. I dont think I was driving like an old man after all.

—

Actually was quite surprised in the end, I thought it was all going wrong and yet it was in fact going quite right. Yeah the early start in three tests did hurt but not by much, average of 1.5 seconds faster in reverse directions. Handling was iffy, but was that the car or the road conditions? I dont really have times to compare as the last daylight Khanacross I did was when the car was newer and I didnt really know how to drive it. I remeber doing pretty well then, but it was also no state level event. Also that event the car had no restrictor, thence more power. I dont run a gazillion psi boost in competition as the ECU doesnt like it. I got to work out a way to make it hold 14psi for an event – short spurts of 17 psi proves it’s got the power in fifth, but first/second the ECU tends to somehow restrict boost, except if I wire the controller the wrong way and stop the waste gate opening. Not going to do that for an event, I rather like my motor in one piece.

Car underbonnet temps definantly lower and I can tell air is passing through via dust marks behind the vents. I think tho I’ve got a fractured IC pipe, dragged against a ditch I think. That’s no biggie tho.

Right now the VR4 comes off the road for a month and being readied for the year’s first rally. With a 4th and now a 3rd under the belt this year already, it’s looking good. The car is faster and feels better.

Could I have won the event? If I drove perfectly, yes. I did make a lot of mistakes and I feel like it wasnt a partiularly good day at the office, but the results say otherwise. I got to get the car turning better around tight corners.

Or maybe I should shut the fuck up with the whining and get a clue. Big heavy cars shouldnt beat specials, even with AWD turbo. Even if the VR4 is quick, still has to be driven fucking hard. I should be happy that my performances last year and this year have been so good.

Funny how my car speed’s picked up since the ex left. There’s a message there, right?

Well, I for one am back and ready to go again!

So until we have some real news up, have a good hot cup of tea and we will be back shortly.

Someone had the brilliant idea of giving us keyboards, money and webspace. Now we’re going to make a horrid mess of things.

I need to hit up the pullit in Broward and get some wheels. I’d love to get 14″ for 185 width tires but I doubt they’d fit over the 240SX’s brakes.

Well damn, that was easy. And now we have a weblog system installed.

I would love to type some shit here to be wow and deep and meaningful – fuck that, this is just another shitty weblog, who gives a fuck I say?