
a good wall

i am constantly struggling between my environmental guilt and my desire to progress.
physically this car drives like it used to again. it feels like it’s spirit is back and i want to push its boundaries again. i feel like i’m just shy of reaching another level of skill that will be unlocked with more power. but with more power comes increased tire wear, more fuel, worse mileage. harder driving means more broken parts, more wear and tear, more buying things increasing waste.
my friends can argue all they want that my contribution to climate change is a drop in an ocean of harm that the corporate world has done but it doesn’t make me feel any better about it.
i’m getting too old and fragile to go back to my old hobbies of jumping my bmx and flying down trails on a mountain bike. just pedaling down the street doesn’t give me a thrill. i need that adrenaline fix somehow. i’m addicted to the rush of wind coming through the side windows coming in at an unnatural direction because the car isn’t driving straight. the brief peace between when the clutch goes in the pull the ebrake and comes out again to unleash the roar of fire and smoke. the violence or a transition. the the way time slows down in a close tandem. it’s all so much
some days i wish the car would just get t-boned in traffic, give me an easy out. but would i really move on or just start again with something new?
had a little b0nk with a guardrail a few weeks back
metal needs some massaging when i have time to pull the fender off still.
little superglue and fiberglass fixed the headlight
picked up a matching corner marker off YAJ and had my exporter mail it
i tried to make it nice but i guess once a drift car always a drift car



the work dogs; duke and nukem





one of the few days this car was fully together before i absolutely obliterated the front lip on a puddle