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speaking of pussies. i went on a MINI run yesterday around midnight all over NYC. 33 cars total.nobody from my old crew came and I was the odd man out with a bunch of newbies.
mostly all in cars with double the HP of mine and at one point i went from literally the 30th spot in the caravan to passing the leader on the hwy ... :lol: (all in a base Cooper Automatic with a baby seat in the back)
felt bad and moved over and slowed down to let them overtake again.
now mind you these runs are not races but all the ones I was on in the past were pretty spirited.
 
we did get souvenir water bottles

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i've been working* on ROBOT VOICE IV - DANCE ON THE TRANCE FLOOR for quite some time now, it's gonna be perfect when its finally done



* not working
 
Nostalgia alert: I'm listening to Pearl Jam's "Ten". One of you old fuckers remind me what was so awesome about this album back in 1991 because I sure as Hell can't remember. The songs are hit or miss, Eddie Vedder is one of the worst vocalists of all time, and Jeff Ament's bass sounds like a fart. Yet, I remember listening to the cassette so much that it wore out. I need to know WHY
 
what this clearly demonstrates is that it is pretty much only your driving skill is what will save you from disaster ... AWD, SUV, big car ... all that jazz ... means diddly squat.