Spat out of hell like some misbegotten bone that Satan couldn't stomach, it lurches to the line, hellfire and brimstone pouring from its exhaust port. Being sinister never felt so good, and for certain baddies, it's this sort of rhetoric that makes them smile as they leave caped crusaders shaking in their spandex.
Not everyone wants to be the protagonist, and for all intents and purposes the Civic you see here is a shining example of what an archetypical anti-hero looks like. There isn't a single portion of this car that says, "I'm the daily driven friendly type. We should have cupcakes together and be friends." Screw your cupcake. Eddy (Thongvone) Choumphimmasen built this Civic to spank asses and snap necks before leaving everyone in the goddamn dust.
When Eddy first purchased the car back in '07, it was silver and sported a mild B16A. Being that he always favored hatchbacks and liked the lines of the sixth-gen, Eddy figured a simple build would make for an ideal setup. And, oh, how simple things were for those first three years, all the way up until our story's leading man began hanging out with the sort of super villains that prefer to push things like custom carbon fiber and K-series engines on unsuspecting individuals.
Seven long years later and here it sits, an 873hp Civic with sinister urges and a laundry list of awards. This isn't some sissified shop build, either, but a bona-fide, self-made project car that's only seen assistance from friends and family. Almost everything assembled on this little ass-kicker was conducted within Eddy's garage, including the RHD conversion, which he undertook on his own.
All the custom carbon touches inside really help set this ominous Civic apart from the rest of the rabble, like the specialized manifold, exhaust, piping, and intercooler to match. What was supposed to be a fully built GS-R swap, complete with a 6262 turbo and OEM aero, had officially turned to the dark side. However, longtime friend and purveyor of all things fast, Brent Leivestad of Colorado-based PFI Speed, talked Eddy into putting a K-series engine into the car, which subsequently sparked a series of events.
As for the notion of utilizing carbon fiber, that side of the story begins with Eddy's father, who accidentally scratched the hell out of his quarter panel one day. It had not even been a week since the car had emerged from the paint booth and things escalated quickly. Pissed off beyond words, Eddy kicked and crushed the door panel in.
Upon seeing the damage, his painter told Eddy he would need to get the entire vehicle sprayed again, which is where the carbon fiber doors fit in. From that point forth it was a slippery slope, and carbon fiber pieces quickly became a fixation for the Honda fanatic.
But it was dark times for the evildoer and its master. Eddy had given up on the car due to the rarity of the conversion parts required for finishing the right-hand drive configuration. Electrical bits, like power window conversion pieces, the wiring harness, and floor harness cables were nowhere to be found for the right amount.
All seemed lost for almost an entire year, and as the Civic sat, Eddy continued to make connections. His final big break came when he met Steve from H-motors, who helped him find the missing pieces he needed, and from there it was on to finishing touches and tuning.
Nowadays you can find Eddy's evildoer spending its free time taking home first-place awards at events, swiping Best-in-Show ribbons, and grinning sinisterly at anyone dumb enough to think it still sports a baseborn powerplant. It may not be the kind of ride that makes you love it right away, but then again, where's the fun in being the good guy?