It's been wayyyyy too long, a lot happening an a lack of motivation doesn't help... Updates coming soon.
Nothing close to what the title states, but I finally got the accuair setup in with the new tank and what not. It was a good thing I finally took on a project like this something to some what spark my imagination back in the car again. Big shout out to Zeb out in Texas an my dude Jon Stairs my brother from the geng. They helped me with every single question I would have. Definitely look to get a hold of them if you have any air related question or even want an install done. An of course my big home Kevin @ euroimage hooking it up on the polish job for the tank and hardlines I had bent. An of course, Jae and E for keeping me in the garage working on it. I've had the management for a year now before it was even installed in the car...
Whenever I have a good sized project ahead of me I like to kinda reflect and just think about everything while I work. My first thought was about how this car connected me with an endless amount of people from all over. An without it I would have never met them, or even consider them as close of friends as they might be now. My second thoughts were of everyone's car an their styles of how they interpret their cars. As you get older you tend to take a step back an actually think things through, make smarter moves, be more patient with projects or simple tasks. I used to think this would happen to me, no clue why just never thought of it. Then one day it just kinda clicks, you don't question it or make a big deal outta it. An I thought more about when I first was introduced to cars, without a doubt I got it from my dad. He had me around Chevy engines before I could speak my first words. I vividly remember packing up all the shops equipment and strapping the cars down to the trailers, The drive to Sears Point seemed to take a lifetime. Once we finally got to our pits, I couldn't seem to make time fly by fast enough to see the cars rolled into the pits. My eyes burned from the high octane, my chest rumbled as everyone nailed their launches. But it wasn't about a scene then, it wasn't about the internet coverage. It was simply about the guys you headed to the track with, the beers they cracked open, the stories they told, and the sockets they spun to dial in their weekend warriors.
That day an age is a dying breed, If you aren't on an internet blog, or a well known screen name I guess you just aren't up to THAT level. No one knows who or why this is so important but I've noticed it's an increasing thing to accomplish with this day an age. But without a doubt, the people that I text everyday in different time zones, maybe even hemisphere's they mean the most to me by simply just being them and keeping their vision of style their OWN. An I value those people (They know who they are) as family.
Whenever I have a good sized project ahead of me I like to kinda reflect and just think about everything while I work. My first thought was about how this car connected me with an endless amount of people from all over. An without it I would have never met them, or even consider them as close of friends as they might be now. My second thoughts were of everyone's car an their styles of how they interpret their cars. As you get older you tend to take a step back an actually think things through, make smarter moves, be more patient with projects or simple tasks. I used to think this would happen to me, no clue why just never thought of it. Then one day it just kinda clicks, you don't question it or make a big deal outta it. An I thought more about when I first was introduced to cars, without a doubt I got it from my dad. He had me around Chevy engines before I could speak my first words. I vividly remember packing up all the shops equipment and strapping the cars down to the trailers, The drive to Sears Point seemed to take a lifetime. Once we finally got to our pits, I couldn't seem to make time fly by fast enough to see the cars rolled into the pits. My eyes burned from the high octane, my chest rumbled as everyone nailed their launches. But it wasn't about a scene then, it wasn't about the internet coverage. It was simply about the guys you headed to the track with, the beers they cracked open, the stories they told, and the sockets they spun to dial in their weekend warriors.
That day an age is a dying breed, If you aren't on an internet blog, or a well known screen name I guess you just aren't up to THAT level. No one knows who or why this is so important but I've noticed it's an increasing thing to accomplish with this day an age. But without a doubt, the people that I text everyday in different time zones, maybe even hemisphere's they mean the most to me by simply just being them and keeping their vision of style their OWN. An I value those people (They know who they are) as family.
Quick cut from a new mixtape from Stalley that's been in full rotation. Savage Journey to the American Dream.
