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Letter Of The Month
This month's lucky winner scored himself a set of Nitto NT-01 tires (255/40ZR17 shown). (www.nittotire.com)
"I haven't picked up Super Street in years and I've officially been impressed."
So I was at the airport because my lame flight got delayed and I walked into the bookstore to kill time. Perusing the rows of magazines, guess what caught my eye? Playboy and Penthouse. I was about to pick up one of the two fine reads for the plane until my itty-bitty conscious kicked in. How uncomfortable would that be for my neighbors riding coach? A chub in the comforts of my room is one thing, with passengers to either side of me, not so cool.
So I'm scanning for some PG booty and what catches my eyes? Melissa's sweet salute and Becky's beautiful breasts. I haven't picked up a Super Street let alone an import magazine in years, and I've officially been impressed. Not only did you guys improve your fine females, you have some of the baddest rides from here to Japan. Besides coaxing a chub or two with the models and Tokyo Auto Salon honeys, you managed to coax a smile. Keep doin' what your doin'. You guys are holding it down for the scene and like my aging ass, I hope you keep growing.
Solastaron Mayall
Via the Internet
You know how we know you're okama? You picked us over Playboy and Penthouse.
Ocdeez Nutz
It is with the utmost respect that I compose this letter of gratitude, along with feelings of disappointment. You see, I have been a Super Street subscriber from the beginning, and absolutely enjoy every page of your magazine. So much so that when money was tight a while ago, I chose your pages to that of your competitor's.
Now, as I slowly ease my head from the grip of your anal canal, I will explain the aforementioned disappointment. It seems that the only time I have these days is after my morning coffee while sitting in the most sacred of places; for me at least. I am able to dually concentrate on cleansing my bowels and flip through the pages of Super Street. You see, it was a Saturday morning, in cold Connecticut, that I realized some horrible flaws from a dedicated subscriber's point of view. Because this was the tenth time I was looking through your mag, I viewed it in a different way, through different eyes. After a closer look at the cover, I found some distinctive flaws that caused temporary constipation:
Flaw 1: Your cover car is less than perfect, which really surprised me-the GT-R's hood is not aligned near the windshield. After years of cover cars, this was the first time I noticed something that irked me. Attribute it to my Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, but wow, it looks sloppy, like someone overlooked this not only when photographing the car, but before this shot was cleared for the cover. Shame on you, Super Street.
Flaw 2: Sumlee's bikini does not do it for me. It looks strange on her body. Maybe it's just her breast augmentation or just my OCD again, but it just doesn't look right. She is way too hot to be portrayed in a less-than-perfect way.
I could go on, but I think I made my point: I have a bad case of OCD and I am scrutinizing your magazine way too closely. Sorry for the bickering! I really do love your magazine and cannot wait to get the next one.
Billy Lee Miller
West Haven, CT
Sounds like someone forgot to refill their Prozac prescription. That, or a 300mg of Getalife.
Higher Education?
Honestly, I have nothing bad to say about you guys. I love your magazine and every time it arrives in the mail, I scamper off to my room to read it, but I really have to rant about something.
Recently, I did a report on the Nissan Skyline GT-R for one of my classes. I love the car and it's pretty much my only reason for attending college. I've been reading about it since I was 13. Needless to say, I thought I did a pretty good job on the paper until I received it back with a nice, fat "F" across the front page. Not only was I accused of not using good enough "sources," but the professor questioned whether I knew anything about the GT-R (as it turns out, I have a uterus and that renders me completely ignorant of any automotive knowledge).
I'll admit, I forgot that I wasn't writing for automotive-savvy people like yourselves, but I assumed I wasn't writing for a complete jack-ass either. I forgot that many ignorant people don't understand what horsepower is...but I digress. As I skip my Japanese class today and resist the urge to drop out of journalism all together, I look at my copy of Super Street on the floor and smile. Maybe one day my grandma's old Buick I drive will magically turn into a Skyline, but alas, they are only hopes and dreams! So I will reluctantly park my crappy car in one of the scarce parking spots two miles from campus and make my way to my next class through the barrage of Hummers, Mercedes and BMWs.
And whatever these "professors" say to me, I will always know deep down that the Skyline will always be news.
Jade Hampton
Via the Internet
If a uterus rendered one entirely ignorant of any automotive knowledge, our staff combined would have a six-pack. And Nadsy's would be industrial-sized.