I can't stand Britney Spears, pre-Vin Diesel look or not. As I was about to go to bed, the realization just hit me-dammit, I did it again.
While I wish this erroneous behavior was of me hooking up with a blonde dressed up as a skanky school girl, that would require me to spit game, which I have very little of. Rather, this Federline-esque mistake is my acquisition of another project car, tentatively called ride number "Six." It's Six because, well, that's my bedtime and my error epiphany has drained what little creative juice I have left. Plus, there's the simple fact that this would be car number-you guessed it-six.
Now I really didn't mean for this to happen. I made a promise that after car number five (coincidentally the five as in 5Zigen Supra) I would only get another if I got rid of one. Sell, trade, barter or whatever, but keep the car count to only a handful of fingers, especially with having a hard enough time finishing one of the projects. I've done well, considering the GT500 purchase was over a year ago; a Sahara-like buying drought for me. It would've been longer if it wasn't for this month's Top 10 turbo feature.
Since I didn't have a contract with Garrett, I called my old friend, Rob Choo from Turbo for a number. Before I go any further you have to realize I'm Asian. And like all Asians, I'm a sucker for a good deal. It's the story of my life. My girl says I'd buy a horse if someone offered it at wholesale. I'd lie and say no, but if some dude wanted to sell Seabiscuit at a cut rate, my garage floor would have more than just stinky oil stains from my GT-R. So after the pleasantries, Rob drops the "D" word: "Hey I've got a great Deal on a 240SX..." I counter with a "D" word of my own- "D'oh!"
Now, I'm the proud owner of a S14. My. Sixth. And. Final. Car.
Unless, that is, you know of a good deal on a LS430...
Carter Jung firstname.lastname@example.org