Why Ask Why?
Over the years, my parent's house has turned into what I'd like to call my own automotive junkyard. My beloved DA Integra rots away in the garage, covered in two inches of dust and grime while my other three "daily drivers" are all lined up in the street awaiting some major TLC. This past weekend, I was turning the wrench for most of the day keeping myself busy between swapping out the lower control arm bushing on my Lexus LS400 and banging out the rear fenders on my '05 STI to clear larger-sized wheels and tires as my curious on-looking neighbors supervised my progress, all asking the same pressing question: "Scott... why do you have so many cars? What do you plan to do with them?" The first few who asked were given a detailed answer into my passion for cars and how the hobby I loved so much transcends into my job here at Import Tuner. But after the fourth or fifth query, I became agitated and began giving random remarks. Take for example, my 70 year-old neighbor who walks around with replica Arnold Schwarzenegger glasses from the Terminator asking the same dreaded question. I simply replied "I do shady stuff, Mr. Lee, so when I need a quick getaway from Johnny law, I swap between cars so the pigs lose me in the mix-up." Unfortunately, English is his second-or possibly third-language, as he had no clue what I had said and just smiled and slowly limped away.
Why ask why? There's no such thing as having too much of a good thing. Think about it, do you walk into a drugstore and buy one jimmy or a box of 12? One would be enough to get the job done, but buying a box allows you to indulge in what you like, over and over. Wrenching on cars has always been a passion for me, so my collection of them has grown over the years. They're not much to brag about; most of them look like a salvage yard special with more problems and creaks than a geriatric. I could just give up and trade in all the cars for a decent daily driver, but what's the point? There's no greater joy than being able to wrench; to take a car that's average and turn it into a monster. Hopefully, one day I can turn back and look at all the trials and tribulations I've endured turning all those nuts and bolts... but for now, I think I'll stick to owning cars I'm proud to say I've built with these very two hands of mine.
Riding Shotgun With The Editors
'91 Nissan 240SX
After the Garrett turbo upgrade back in the June 2008 issue (good), my S13 started pinging under high boost (bad), which is why it's back at G-Dimension for a re-tune (good). Meanwhile, I've resorted to driving my stock '97 Honda Accord EX (bad)-a very stock, yet clutch-equipped manual transmission Accord-through 80 hellish miles that is my daily commute (very, very bad).
'03 Subaru WRX
Rifling though some archive photos, I came across a photo of my '03 WRX a few days before it was taken to the 2005 SEMA show. Showcased in the Super Pro Polyurethane booth, the car was a rolling advertisement. Ahh.. the good old days. Now, it's rotting away in storage; my plan is to revive the beauty this week and move it out of storage before it becomes the victim of a lien sale!
'93 Mazda Miata
After eight months of dodging rain in a window-less roadster, my luck ran out today when I woke up to torrential SoCal downpours and a completely soaked daily driver with a newly found intermittent misfire. The CAS, coils and ECU are drying out on my desk as I write this, and if I can get this thing running tonight, I can honestly say I'd be happy to drive a small, slow, not-so-masculine red convertible home.