Steve Winwood rules my world right now
Man wtf? I'm BLAZING through my list of shit to do today so I can get the fuck out of here. I need to get the teeth cleaned and if I have time (god willing) I'm going to go to the junkyard to strip that 20th AE GTI. Seriously, I need to go or I will crawl through my skin. I need to get the fuck out of here. I'm going batty. Ever get the feeling of being antsy and jiggety (I know that isn't a word but just go with me here) and you just need to do something different but don't know what to do? That's me. But eleventeen times worse.
I have had cravings all month. The shittiest thing is that I have no idea what I want. I try to mend my fix with Roy Rogers chicken wings but even that doesn't help anymore. I thought cleaning the house would help but I quit midway through because I just didn't care. I cleaned my car and fixed the interior fitment issue last weekend but that didn't help.
I hope that a day in the junkyard tearing apart a car will do me some good. Some people go to an island with a nice beach or some people go to the golf club or the strip joint to relieve stress. I go to a dirty-ass junkyard with rusty cars. Go figure.
I never used to be this way. Well, I guess I was. I never knew how to work on cars. My first car was a CRX. It was a PoS in a big way. My mom bought it for me for 1500 duckets and I treated it like it was a Ferrari. I washed it every day 6 months before I could legally drive it. One day I didn't like the colour of it so I drove to my pops house and tore the fucker apart. I had no idea what i was doing but every bolt that I felt had to be unscrewed was and I sorted it out eventually. I hung up all of the panels to a tree, sanded it down and then painted them black. I stripped the interior and re-carpeted that. I went to my first junkyard when I was 16 and found a CRX that was 4 years newer. I ganked all of the newer interior pieces and threw them over the fence so I didn't have to pay for them. As soon as I got home, I installed all of them into my car. It was just a pride type of thing. It brings me to where I am today with Dara.
I think my mom is starting to get it and just letting the part she doesn't get go and chalk it up to boys being boys. It's really not the pride thing I guess. It sort of is but it's different. In my life, I don't have a great house, I don't have a great job, my 401k is non-existent and my stock options are in the shithole. BUT, I have a nice car that I love. It's therapy for me. It's my one thing that is important in my life that I take pride in and I get pride back with my friends. We all have the sickness and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Why have a stock car? For some, that's fine but it's just different with my car gang. We all come from different backgrounds and financial statuses but we all share a love for cars and that is a pretty strong bond that brings us together. If I met a lot of the people in my crew, I would never be their friend just because if they didn't have a dub, I wouldn't really be interested in their other aspects of life. But with the common bond, you learn to appreciate the other things with them. But the biggest thing is that they bust their ass to have a nice car almost to an obsessive degree. Thankfully, I haven't caught the bug as bad as most of them. A normal guy off the street wouldn't know a tenth of the work we put into our cars or even care but to an enthusiast, swapping a 20th interior into a VR6, adding 15mm spacers to the rear wheels so they sat flush, shaving a tailgate to clean up the ass, adjusting the camber +2, installing german OEM HIDs, adding a MK5 ant. or swapping a 99 passat stubby sideview mirror is totally acceptable and understood.
It's just a car thing. I will never get any of the money back I put into it but it's not the money that matters. It's just something to do. Women have purses and shoes, normal guys have boats and Armani pinstripes, I have a 5 year old VW for which I treat like a 2005 Ferrari.
I have had cravings all month. The shittiest thing is that I have no idea what I want. I try to mend my fix with Roy Rogers chicken wings but even that doesn't help anymore. I thought cleaning the house would help but I quit midway through because I just didn't care. I cleaned my car and fixed the interior fitment issue last weekend but that didn't help.
I hope that a day in the junkyard tearing apart a car will do me some good. Some people go to an island with a nice beach or some people go to the golf club or the strip joint to relieve stress. I go to a dirty-ass junkyard with rusty cars. Go figure.
I never used to be this way. Well, I guess I was. I never knew how to work on cars. My first car was a CRX. It was a PoS in a big way. My mom bought it for me for 1500 duckets and I treated it like it was a Ferrari. I washed it every day 6 months before I could legally drive it. One day I didn't like the colour of it so I drove to my pops house and tore the fucker apart. I had no idea what i was doing but every bolt that I felt had to be unscrewed was and I sorted it out eventually. I hung up all of the panels to a tree, sanded it down and then painted them black. I stripped the interior and re-carpeted that. I went to my first junkyard when I was 16 and found a CRX that was 4 years newer. I ganked all of the newer interior pieces and threw them over the fence so I didn't have to pay for them. As soon as I got home, I installed all of them into my car. It was just a pride type of thing. It brings me to where I am today with Dara.
I think my mom is starting to get it and just letting the part she doesn't get go and chalk it up to boys being boys. It's really not the pride thing I guess. It sort of is but it's different. In my life, I don't have a great house, I don't have a great job, my 401k is non-existent and my stock options are in the shithole. BUT, I have a nice car that I love. It's therapy for me. It's my one thing that is important in my life that I take pride in and I get pride back with my friends. We all have the sickness and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Why have a stock car? For some, that's fine but it's just different with my car gang. We all come from different backgrounds and financial statuses but we all share a love for cars and that is a pretty strong bond that brings us together. If I met a lot of the people in my crew, I would never be their friend just because if they didn't have a dub, I wouldn't really be interested in their other aspects of life. But with the common bond, you learn to appreciate the other things with them. But the biggest thing is that they bust their ass to have a nice car almost to an obsessive degree. Thankfully, I haven't caught the bug as bad as most of them. A normal guy off the street wouldn't know a tenth of the work we put into our cars or even care but to an enthusiast, swapping a 20th interior into a VR6, adding 15mm spacers to the rear wheels so they sat flush, shaving a tailgate to clean up the ass, adjusting the camber +2, installing german OEM HIDs, adding a MK5 ant. or swapping a 99 passat stubby sideview mirror is totally acceptable and understood.
It's just a car thing. I will never get any of the money back I put into it but it's not the money that matters. It's just something to do. Women have purses and shoes, normal guys have boats and Armani pinstripes, I have a 5 year old VW for which I treat like a 2005 Ferrari.
- Friday, April 22, 2005 at 11:43 AM
- Posted by JKREW
- 1 Comments
OK, I've read that like 5 times and I still don't get where Steve Winwood comes into it... Traffic?
Thats as close as I could get...