Sunday 28 November 2010

backspace

okay i may have been a bit too harsh in that post about going euro.

the truth is i'm still turned on by a silvia. it's a proper street car that i can moderately modify and live with as an everyday drive. and there's absolutely no angle i can view it from and not find it sexy. it's pure four-wheel porn.

and then there's the skyline, which is a proper motherfucker too. i mean the r34, not the latest mammoth, girl-only transmission version which some (yim, girls) like and most (me) don't.

and there's the supra. it's another serious asskicker that initiates children into nightmares.

these cars have some attributes in common: they're all on my top ten jap tuner list, they can tear up the road without a fuss, and they can seriously ruin some days.

in short there're plenty of jap tuners i admire and can foresee myself driving in the mid-distant future.

but it's not going to happen here because i don't like the idea of paying a road fucking tax or certificate of fucking entitlement for something the government would already agree is my own yet won't be able to help squeezing me for, because that's the true meaning of a coe.

a low-tax street bike would suffice here, i can always enjoy my life elsewhere.

Thursday 25 November 2010

ultimate efficiency

peugeot. the drive of your life.
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ring ring...

me: hello?
guy: good afternoon sir, this is xxxxxxx* from autofrance. the part that xxxxx** ordered for you has just arrived.

*, ** protected because i forgot their names

me: err. it's okay because the car's already been sold.

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note: i ordered that part one fucking year ago. it's been so long that i've already forgotten what that part was.