i bought the first installments of parts
for what will be my 1/27th scale drift car
it will look nothing like the one above

i jumped on and landed a tailwhip footjam first time

donovan was there

he was also there while i celebrated with a hamburger

i always forget i cant take photos in the dark in a shaky car

The Driver: M.

Born and raised in the heartland of The United States of America, M. is no stranger to true american muscle, but it not what you may think. Thoughts of big blocks, leaded fuel and smokey burn outs were only a dream for this young man. The american muscle he had to deal with was a pack of 15 year olds who spent too much time in the gym and not enough time in the classroom. As he entered highschool, he wasen't exactly the epitomy of cool, and being 100 pounds soaking wet and wearing boots, he was an instant target for his big muscled, small brained classmates. As grade 9 went on the torment and harrassment increased, not being able to go home without bruises covering his entire body began to tear at this young mans sanity. He soon began to believe he had no where to turn, no place to hide, and nowhere to run, until everything changed that one fateful day. Soon grade 9 turned into grade 10, and while most 16 year old boys were getting drunk, going to parties and driving around in rusted 69 camaros, M. got beat up, harrassed and was increasingly becoming more and more angry with his life. Now, back to that fateful day that changed everything. It was tuesday, March 13th, and having gotten his drivers liscence 2 weeks prior he was feeling better about his life. It was 12:43, and M. was sitting on a bench outside of school eating his lunch that he had packed because his parents had left to mexico for the week. I think it is important now to mention M.'s parents were rich, not pretty rich, but rich. They spent most of their time travelling the world and M. was left home to defend for himself, which he preferred, his dad was some sort of banker, and his mother was nothing more then a gold digger, not that M. cared. Now back to 12:43, it was a summers day and M. was watching the cars go by:
a beige one.
a beige one.
a blue one.
a beige one.
It was 12:45
As he began packing up his things, he noticed a slight roar coming from down the street near the Eat and Go where he could usually be found on weekends.
It was 12:46
From the side of his eye he caught a shiny black piece of metal, the noise of this foriegn object began to increase and it sent short, spastic bursts of chills up M.'s spine. As it rounded the corner, it shot out its rear end with the precision only a skilled motorist could achieve. It let out one loud "BANG" as fire shot from its exhaust and began rapidly picking up speed.
It was 12:47
I know you wont believe this, it is not something to be believed, M was not a car guy, he knew nothing about cars, but as the foriegn black rocket passed by M with such a roar it shook the ground beneath him, he knew exactly what it was.
It was 12:48
M knew what it was, it was a jet black 1986 Porsche 911 3.2 Carrera, he knew the top speed was 150mph and he knew it took only 6.1 seconds to go from 0-60. I can't tell you how he knew this, it doesn't matter if he picked it up from tv, from a magazine or from his father, all that matters is that he knew what it was and that what he was about to see would change his life forever.
It was 12:49
The porsche began to decelerate, sending another "Bang" through M's head as it downshifted into second to make the oncoming corner. If this was the end of M's experience, it wouldn't have changed his life, he may have walked into school with a dazed look, but that would have been all. But just as the porsche 911 began to turn, M noticed the "For Sale" sign on the rear window of the beautifully crafted machine.
I could bore you with the events that followed in the next 2 years, but the only thing that is important is he used his fathers money to buy the porsche, he spent everyday driving the shit out of it, and there wasen't a muscle filled moron who spent too much time in the gym and not even time in the classroom who could beat him.
It was 3:00 in the morning
M was 30 and J. Swangle was on the phone telling M, "GET YOUR ASS HERE NOW!!" in a thick swedish accent, and forgetting the time differences between the countries. M had befriended J. Swangle, a swedish man, and P. McCeary a scottish brute, and was about to partake in one of the most important times he would ever spend in a car.

Co-Pilot #1: J. Swangle

I wont bore you with J. Swangle's life story, because it is boring. He grew up in a small house in Stockholm, Sweden and never even drove a car until he came to Canada when he was 18 and set foot inside a Lancia Gamma Coupe which was illegally brought into the country by his older brother. He wasen't much of a driver, but his attention to detail, and incredible focus made him the best of co-pilots. He was sought after by many drivers in such illegal road rallies as the gumball 3000, and the bullrun, but was unfulfilled with the lack of passion and the egos of the drivers. He met M while working at a pizza joint in America, and they instantly became friends. He moved to Canada after being offered a job for a publishing company, and has lived there ever since. It has been 12 years since him and M first met, and J was the one who found out about the rally that would change the both of their lives forever.

Co-Pilot #2: P. McCeary

A scottish brute?
A scottish playboy?
yes and yes. P. McCeary, better known as peanut, grew up in a household filled with millionaires. He lived in Scotland for less than a year, but still claims to have been rasied there. He moved to America at 4 months old and drove more Ferraris, Lamborghinis and vintage Porsche's by the time he was 14 than most rich folks do their entire lives. He is a bit of an eccentric man in his thirties and still refuses to get a job and lives off his parents trustfunds. M became friends with him after they met outside the university at 19 years old after watching P sit on the hood of a 1984 Ferrari Testarossa(which wasen't his) and tried hitting on the owner of the car(not knowing that she was the owner the time). J Swangle isn't exactly a fan of P, but knows that he is the only one who will be able to get them out of a hairy situation, and the only one who is capable of funding with the money they need. He may be a scottish brute, he may be a scottish playboy, but his intelligence is above normal, and even though he almost refuses to use it, J and M know he will if it means staying out of jail.

So what have these 3 men in their thirties came together for?
Well I cant exactly tell you.
What I can tell you is that it is an illegal road rally
It is one of the worst ideas these 3 have ever had
And they have to do it in under 2 hours.

i think i have some sort of heterosexual crush on alex roy

it may be because he drives a fake foriegn police car

or the fact he just may be the worlds greatest human

besides logic girl

and so it begins

hl;tryhfxg says:
hey harry
Andrewww says:
hi...?
hl;tryhfxg says:
whats up
hl;tryhfxg says:
any wizardry
Andrewww says:
nothing really
Andrewww says:
donovan wiht you
hl;tryhfxg says:
yah
Andrewww says:
thought so
hl;tryhfxg says:
it was cause your name is potter
hl;tryhfxg says:
harry potter
hl;tryhfxg says:
hes a wizard of sorts
Andrewww says:
alright then
Andrewww says:
goodone...