#Zero :
That looks mint! Really clean for a civic, Turbo?
Maybe happening in the future, But not right now.
Reveal, Oh and a little bit of racing...
"Oh wow man, You really have overcome yourself again, Jake"-I admire the RPS13 as it rolls out of the drying-chamber in the paintshop.
My friend Jake is the best painter i've ever been to, this guy has always suprised me with the outcome of his works.
"The crystal white with extra thick clearcoat came out just, Stunning. It looks like the car is soaked in liquid glass!"
The camera doesnt do it justice, You have to see the car in real life to really see how gorgeous it is. Really.
Oh and dont worry about the dots on the front bumper, Drove into a filthy puddle.
[THE NEXT DAY, AFTER WORK]
"What the hell?"- A Jetta wants to race me in the middle of the night! Oh this is just like last year! That goddamn FR-Z that crashed into me.
That guy keeps flashing the lights at me, "Oh what the hell, Bring it on!"
I shift down into 3rd gear, The little D16 revs up to 5000 rpms! I'm quickly accelerating on the downhill, Oh the adrenaline is pumping again!
We race through the corners, Left and right, Back and forth.
I start to pull away, and then there was a loud bang, But it was not from my car.
I look in the rear view mirror, and there is a huge bulge! What was previously a hood is now a . There's oil everywhere... On the windsheild, Under the car, On the fenders, Just, Everywhere!
The guy naturally stops, And so do i. He is in tears, It looks like he is just 17. Poor guy.
"I worked so hard to get it running, Only for it to blow up 2 days later..."
I ask him "Is there any way that i can help you? I feel bad for racing you now."
He answers "Could you tow me to my house?"
I respond "Ofcourse, where do you live?"
"blablabla 15th avenue, blablabla generic adress"
I respond "Im also going to that block, i actually live a couple of 100 meters away from you!"
To be continued, probably tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.
