SPEED HERO Blog

So this being an automotive blog, might associate Bosozoku with the silhouette style cars with the crazy long front lips and the 6 foot high exhaust pipes.  But it does have a history of its own. [caption id="" align="alignnone" width="640"] Not like this.[/caption] [caption id="" align="alignnone" width="640"] More like this.[/caption] Bosozoku lifestyle was originally a motorcycle thing, with its own over the top style and personality.  For some it was a way to reject society's expectations and norms.  Japan is a nation built on tradition...

Home from work with excessive depression, I was just being angry in photoshop when this poured out of me. Full gallery here:  https://www.flickr.com/photos/48368366@N02/sets/72157642875429035/

Repeatable results. If something can be repeated multiple times, does that make it reality? I had been sitting on my hands, waiting. Money tight, homeless, still, with an ear sharpened for opportunity. Life math is a great way to make decisions. This algebra of social scenarios is a way to add things up and turn fantasies into realities. I had wanted a drift car ever since returning to Canada. Racing chariots are now my safety blanket, my teddy bear to sleep well at night, fending away the midnight monsters under the bed,...

I've played with the nuts and fiddly bits of NEARLY, every mechanical part, minus the gas tank. Almost all of it has been removed, swore at and reinstalled over the course of the last month. Today marking one full month since the build began on Sputnik. Almost every bolt molested in someway, I do remember being aware of ignoring the gas tank.  BUT THAT **** IS ABOUT TO CHANGE. Finished up most of the cooling system today by getting the oil cooler all sorted out, my customer BJ Twerkzzz coolant piper/bong adapters in place...

Brain kegels. This is just me typing. I may never post this, but even if I am brave enough to post it up, it doesn't justify that it's a good read. It all began, one mid summer fall winter spring morning afternoon evening when I completely forget why I needed to leave. There's no memorable reason why I needed to leave, but suddenly I felt this massive desire to leave my life. This is an important missing step, if you are continuing into the depth of this journal entry,...