There are some incredibly talented, creative and knowledgeable people in this world, and I am humbled when ever is see one of these builds.
So am I...I just don't wanna see, or more importantly,
hear them on my block. Especially that Suzuki. Recently some devotee of bolt-on "performance" gear moved in on the cul de sac a few hundred feet from my house along with his little purple wailing unmuffled Nipponese shitbox, which, even with his "Sick-Ass Drivin' Skillz", he appears incapable of parking less than 3 feet (about a meter) from the curb. So now, three or four O'Clock in the morning the whole neighborhood regularly erupts, sounding not unlike the pits at the Belgian Grand Prix, as he and all his
Fast and Furious fanboy dipshit buddies shriek and backfire hither and yon 'til dawn. I probably need take no action, as I'm fairly sure my otherwise pleasant Ethiopian neighbor with a 2 year old daughter regularly woken by these vehicular antics is likely to one day soon greet him the hard way with a fence post digger. And apparently there had already been an altercation between one of this guy's visiting boom-buddies and a retired Army guy living on the other side of the circle, unhappy with some jamoke loudly and repeatedly raging back and forth at maybe three times the speed limit past his home. Fisticuffs ensued--trained retired killer versus loudmouth nothing, who'd made the mistake of exiting his obnoxious ride. I was busy tinkering with my Bullet, so at the time only saw the lights of a goodly number of Prince William County's finest arriving to watch the fun.
So yeah, much as I can appreciate the finesse and creativity of such tinkerers, save those window-shuddering decibels for the track, OK? Just five minutes from here are all the sparsely traveled and twisty country roads you'd ever want to really let that swine squeal at full gallop, cascading all the way to the Appalachians and beyond. So, why are these ass clowns ripping it up and down Darbydale Avenue and its sidestreets with their 25 mph speed limit and speed humps? Oh...There goes one howling by now, and it's not even 11 PM yet.