Nearly every time I came out to my car, my gaze was drawn to a specific area. It was brutal, black and horrific. An abyss. The claimer of my eye: the gap between rubber and fender, specifically on my fronts, where those massive vertically rolled fenders reside, begging to be filled to full capacity.
Lately, under the rather vapid mind set of you only live once, I’ve had an almost perpetual desire to add forced induction to the equation. At first I was thinking supercharger, specifically the Sprintex/Innovate SC for the glorious whine it makes as the car crescendos through the power-band.
Winter has arrived, the freezing temperatures displaying my breath and dulling the once excited air inside my tires. Indeed, the powder coated blue summer beasts have been tucked away. Stored in a shop too cold to enter, wrapped in plastic, toe tags on them with marks so that I know which hub to place them upon when the weather warms. A place very much like death for them.