All right guys. I guess it's time for the end of the year wrap up.
A lot of people have come to me becuase of this thread and what I've been working toward. I've given advise to people and I've taken a lot of advise from people. I've been invited into some great homes by people who only really knew me by what I've written about here. I looked back at this thread and I realised that it's a lot like those "adopt a starving 3rd world country child" campaigns. You guys here on the forums, my local friends, and everyone I meet at the races contributes a little bit of enthusiasm for what I'm doing and you get to watch the product of that unfold here. Through much trial and error, extreme luck (bad and good), and one maxed out Mastercard I've finally started to figure out how it all works together. I could go back and rehash all the ups and downs I've had or the mods I've done and how the car reacted... blah blah. If you want to know that I'm not going to cliff note it for you. Go back and read the whole thread....lazy ass. What is I think is most important is how I feel after taking a deep breath and reflecting on where it started and where it is today. I'm smiling from ear to ear guys. We've gone from blown motor and suspension on the bumpstops last January to climbing into one of the most responsive and forgiving things I've had the pleasure of cranking. I always thought the car was good even when it wasn't..so to be able to drive it now is a dream come true. The pictures and updates of this thread show how far the car has come, but it's hard to show how far I've come. Not just in terms of driving or mechanical ability, but also passion and vision. I climb into the Pro5 and it immediately becomes an extension of who I am. It's my full metal jacket. That's the passion. You forget everything outside thats trying to force it's way into your space and you tune in. You know, without a doubt in your mind, that you can make that corner. You anticipate that little bump right before the apex that always causes the rear to step out so you get on the gas sooner to balance...that's the vision. You start thinking of words like Zen and symbiotic relationship, but then you snap back out of it, because those things don't mean s*** when you're on the clock and the Dahli Lama isn't going to magically appear out of the sky and make that cone land back upright in the box. You learn to live three different lives. You are the caretaker...fixing it when it's broke and washing it when it's dirty. You are the lover...playing physically together and feeling emotionally together. And you are the Pimp...dress it up in some skimpy revealing clothes that showoff all the things it's good at, but not necessarily the things it wishes it could be doing.
You want to know about last year...
I spent a s*** load of money and time, got broken up with because of it, rebuilt the motor, redid the entire suspension and then ****** around with it for a few monthes, went through 3 sets of tires, rebuilt the motor again, redid the suspension again, ***** the ever lovin' s*** out of the car, took home some trophies, won some money, bought a pint of soy ice cream and started thinking about how I'm going to make it better next year.
It's 3am and all I can think about is racing. Obsession just seems like too cliche of a word.