aNAlUBé, a tribute profile Options

[akamiami]

In the vein of what xian and gsx are doing, I'm whoring a thread of my own to sing the praises of my UNBREAKABLE DSM!!!! It's like bruce willis on unbreakable. absolutely nothing phases this monster, not 7k rev launches, crazy quick downshifts, curbs, 89 octane fuel, bad language, conventional oil, leaded diesel fuel....NOTHING! MWA HA HA!


Right now I'm welding in a roll cage. There is a pic on my garage profile.

Also, the speed glass is installed and is sooo sweet. The rear window is already scratched to hell and it's like having tint but not the type of tint that blocks any of the sun, just the effect of it where you can't see out the rear view window very well because it makes it seem like you've got cataracts and everything is blurry and indistinguishable. I guess next time I'll try saran wrap since I've never seen that stuff scratch or crack and it's very flexible.

The speed holes and custom license plate are rather fancy and I think add style to the ride that was lacking. Now it's a venerable show car, and as soon as the faux fur steering wheel cover and neon dash trim kit arrive, I'll go pimp the car show scene like I do the local junior highs. That's right all you pre-teen honeys out there. I'm 24 and I've got a drivers license. Wanna ride to the orthodontist to get your braces tightened? No problem, I'm all 'bout that shi-at.

[akamiami]

The lubey-juice is loose!

Oh yeah, it's been sooo long since I've driven that sweet hotrod. So long that I have completely forgotten what a sweet peice of ass my little lubey is. I finally got the car running and took it for a quick spin around the block. It was like driving the car for the first time. Over the past 8 months of not driving it I had completely forgotten how it felt to drive the car. The low low racing seats, the way the roll bar restricts my leg movement, the clutch engagement and pressure, the shifter movement....it was all just so foreign, like jacking off with the wrong hand.

Seriously though, after an entire wiring harness transplant and shoring up a few other loose ends, the car is now running and as soon as I throw a tune on it, it'll be back on the mean streets, polluting the air, terrifying passive drivers, attracting the attention of the local authorities, and ferrying me from high school to high school as I flaunt my wares in front of the local recently pubescent teen girl scene not unlike a shark fisherman ladeling chum from a drywall bucket full of fishheads, blood, and internal organs.

Guys, I know this car is hot for me too, because I've already got a wet spot under the engine on my driveway from where she's been idling. Damn, this aNAlUBe is just begging for action.