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.
During a “friend night” at a friend’s house, standing around the friend’s kitchen, the importance of credit cards was discussed. In particular, how important it is to build debt and thus build credit. At least that is what I derived from it. Being one to do as others’ say, I obtained myself a credit card.
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.