American Honda Saves Our Collective Arses...AgainDriving from Atlanta to Daytona Beach can be a dauting task, especially when you discover two days prior to this trip that you have absolutely no mode of transportation. What to do? Spend 600-some odd dollars on a rental car-or call Honda? We called Honda. They'd bailed us out of similar situations before, so Kevin Bynoe, one of Honda's top PR guys, wasn't surprised when we used another one of our "Get out of Jail Free" cards. We'd hoped he'd get us a CR-V. Instead, we scored a 2001 Civic EX four-door. This gave me a chance to drive this latest generation Civic for the first time and, I must say, it's pretty damn sweet. Plenty of trunk space to haul all of our luggage, an interior spacious enough to fit the entire Super Street staff, and gas mileage that outlasts anything I've ever owned. A huge thumbs-up from me and the SS crew. Thanks again, Honda. We owe you yet another one.
Miami Rocks
Spring Break Tuner Tour
When Group Director Howie told me that we were doing an event during spring break in Daytona Beach, I was stoked about heading back to the rockin' town I had lived in a mere eight years ago. Had it changed? Did that hot chick still work at the Stucky's? Were the cops still looking for me? (You see, my annual donation to the Police Athletic fund had lapsed.)
So, to further celebrate our first annual Spring Break Tuner Bash, I took the initiative to launch a mini-tour from Miami. Frank, Mandy, the Bandit, and the rest of the boys at HP Racing quickly volunteered their shop to be the kick-off location.
Bright and early on Thursday morning, the HP Racing crew had set up a dj, elaborate displays of their products, a full Antera Wheels display, snacks, sandwiches, and refreshments for the long drive, and managed to round up a fleet of cool cars from surrounding area shops.
We left on time like we always do (yeah, right) and, after a couple right-hand turns we were heading down I-95. Cruising along brought back memories of the Super Street/Max Power Tour 2000 (sans Peter's freak-out sessions), and put a smile on my face. Cars were zipping by and innocent motorists were exercising their one-finger salutes. Ah, what great memories. After a couple pit stops, and (surprisingly) no close calls, we arrived in Daytona Beach right on time. Special props go out to the guys at HP Racing.