This guy on MT??
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have a vent or 20
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Cars like this make me wonder; what if cars really had a soul and had feelings? What would this car's life montage look like?
I imagine a nice happy white miata being born in a mazda assembly facility in Japan, excited to see the world for the first time after hours of being assembled by emotionless asians and lethargic robotic arms. That happy miata feeling the concrete and pavement beneath its rubber, the warm sun smiling down on his fresh crisp white paint, and the nice men loading him up along with his fellow graduates onto a truck, which he stared and gazed in awe at the large cities. Finally, he reaches his stop where he and a lucky thousand others of all colors are chosen to cross the vast blue ocean to America, where for the first time he is destined to cross thousands and thousands of vast American roads, meet many happy drivers and riders for years to follow. As he crosses the sea, he shares many stories of the assembly line, and just like any trainee and scrub going through boot camp in the military, they share each others hopes and dreams like a bonded brotherhood before they all part ways to serve their destiny.
As they reach the shores of the US, his mind starts racing with the thoughts of a very fruitful future, and maybe being owned by the fabled gearhead that every car dreams of. For the first few months at his current car lot start to seem more dull day by day. Like a puppy left in a box with a free sign, people come on by, take a look, and leave; he is starting to feel lonely and regretful, until that one day that nice older couple fell in love with him! No, its not the gearhead he dreamed at one time, but its still a family that enjoys his very essence and the happiness he brings the newly retired couple!! Now, years have passed, he is getting wiser, older, accumulated many, many miles with every emotion that stays in his memory, but now its time for him to move on. One day, the man of the house opens the garage, looks around, and sighs. The little miata is a bit curious of whats going through his faithful owners mind, but that ponder is answered shortly, when he finds out he has been put up for sale! After the fear settles, and just like every other car, he knew one day he had to come to terms he going to be called the "older model" one day, and that day has come.
Again, he sits in the driveway, out in the open feeling like that puppy he was years ago, all up until a nice young man from Arizona falls in love. The miata is once again, happy and excited to broaden his horizons and experience more country side asphalt for years to come!! little did he know, his life is going to change for ever. Once that man from Arizona signs the title, smog checks the happy miata, and registers him for a new home, the days become bleak and dark; the days started when he pulls into a parking space at a local autozone... this new place wasnt like any other he has ever been. Sure, he met some sickly looking cars in his travels, but nothing like the horror faced, sick and the weak rusted and rustolium painted vehicles that surround him. As he sits there in fear, with the shady civic to the right, and the bleeding caravan to his left, nothing prepared him for what he sees his owner from Arizona walk out with.
After the terror seemed to end, that same night when everything was quiet, the man from Arizona open the garage door, wearing nothing but a evil grin and pj pants, with tin snips and a dremel in both hands... and attacked the poor helpless miata, sexually molesting and gruesomely ripping into his steel and aluminum flesh, touching parts of his insides that only certified gentlemen and lesbian women have touched! The shear pain of it all, he finally blacks out...
...wakes up the next morning, with the man from arizona sitting in his seat, he starts up. Feeling a bit scared and violated, he realized something else besides his dignity had changed forever. While cruising down the road, he was getting looks from drivers. He was used to it, but these were different looks, glares and sneers of disgust and shun, he started feeling more violated than the night when he was raped; he never knew why they stared at him, his imagination could only go so far until he parked next to the first reflective window, and realized what a monster he really is now. But it didnt stop there, night after night the man from arizona cut him, beat him, and rape him to the point of blackout, and for about 3-4 years, he was forever the scarred monster, until one day he had to end it all. On that day, everything will be better, and on that day, he revved as hard has he can to break the rev limiter, advanced the timing, and even cut the fuel to the point of cracking his motor's block, and bled out, until his pistons cracked and seized, forever. As his headlights start to dim, he remembers the good times, and resides in the comfort, of deaths imbrace.
TL;DR
A douchebag bought the miata from respectable nice owners, went to autozone, and molested the ---- out if it with trinkets of despair and pure stupidity.
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Cars like this make me wonder; what if cars really had a soul and had feelings? What would this car's life montage look like?
I imagine a nice happy white miata being born in a mazda assembly facility in Japan, excited to see the world for the first time after hours of being assembled by emotionless asians and lethargic robotic arms. That happy miata feeling the concrete and pavement beneath its rubber, the warm sun smiling down on his fresh crisp white paint, and the nice men loading him up along with his fellow graduates onto a truck, which he stared and gazed in awe at the large cities. Finally, he reaches his stop where he and a lucky thousand others of all colors are chosen to cross the vast blue ocean to America, where for the first time he is destined to cross thousands and thousands of vast American roads, meet many happy drivers and riders for years to follow. As he crosses the sea, he shares many stories of the assembly line, and just like any trainee and scrub going through boot camp in the military, they share each others hopes and dreams like a bonded brotherhood before they all part ways to serve their destiny.
As they reach the shores of the US, his mind starts racing with the thoughts of a very fruitful future, and maybe being owned by the fabled gearhead that every car dreams of. For the first few months at his current car lot start to seem more dull day by day. Like a puppy left in a box with a free sign, people come on by, take a look, and leave; he is starting to feel lonely and regretful, until that one day that nice older couple fell in love with him! No, its not the gearhead he dreamed at one time, but its still a family that enjoys his very essence and the happiness he brings the newly retired couple!! Now, years have passed, he is getting wiser, older, accumulated many, many miles with every emotion that stays in his memory, but now its time for him to move on. One day, the man of the house opens the garage, looks around, and sighs. The little miata is a bit curious of whats going through his faithful owners mind, but that ponder is answered shortly, when he finds out he has been put up for sale! After the fear settles, and just like every other car, he knew one day he had to come to terms he going to be called the "older model" one day, and that day has come.
Again, he sits in the driveway, out in the open feeling like that puppy he was years ago, all up until a nice young man from Arizona falls in love. The miata is once again, happy and excited to broaden his horizons and experience more country side asphalt for years to come!! little did he know, his life is going to change for ever. Once that man from Arizona signs the title, smog checks the happy miata, and registers him for a new home, the days become bleak and dark; the days started when he pulls into a parking space at a local autozone... this new place wasnt like any other he has ever been. Sure, he met some sickly looking cars in his travels, but nothing like the horror faced, sick and the weak rusted and rustolium painted vehicles that surround him. As he sits there in fear, with the shady civic to the right, and the bleeding caravan to his left, nothing prepared him for what he sees his owner from Arizona walk out with.
After the terror seemed to end, that same night when everything was quiet, the man from Arizona open the garage door, wearing nothing but a evil grin and pj pants, with tin snips and a dremel in both hands... and attacked the poor helpless miata, sexually molesting and gruesomely ripping into his steel and aluminum flesh, touching parts of his insides that only certified gentlemen and lesbian women have touched! The shear pain of it all, he finally blacks out...
...wakes up the next morning, with the man from arizona sitting in his seat, he starts up. Feeling a bit scared and violated, he realized something else besides his dignity had changed forever. While cruising down the road, he was getting looks from drivers. He was used to it, but these were different looks, glares and sneers of disgust and shun, he started feeling more violated than the night when he was raped; he never knew why they stared at him, his imagination could only go so far until he parked next to the first reflective window, and realized what a monster he really is now. But it didnt stop there, night after night the man from arizona cut him, beat him, and rape him to the point of blackout, and for about 3-4 years, he was forever the scarred monster, until one day he had to end it all. On that day, everything will be better, and on that day, he revved as hard has he can to break the rev limiter, advanced the timing, and even cut the fuel to the point of cracking his motor's block, and bled out, until his pistons cracked and seized, forever. As his headlights start to dim, he remembers the good times, and resides in the comfort, of deaths imbrace.
TL;DR
A douchebag bought the miata from respectable nice owners, went to autozone, and molested the ---- out if it with trinkets of despair and pure stupidity.
i can see you have some time on your hands there
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LOL, this guy builds cars that seem like a joke. This guy can't be serious, right? The guy was happy running a 15 second pass in his turbo miata, and even called it a "respectable" time.
OH, the shame..
OH, the shame..
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Cars like this make me wonder; what if cars really had a soul and had feelings? What would this car's life montage look like?
I imagine a nice happy white miata being born in a mazda assembly facility in Japan, excited to see the world for the first time after hours of being assembled by emotionless asians and lethargic robotic arms. That happy miata feeling the concrete and pavement beneath its rubber, the warm sun smiling down on his fresh crisp white paint, and the nice men loading him up along with his fellow graduates onto a truck, which he stared and gazed in awe at the large cities. Finally, he reaches his stop where he and a lucky thousand others of all colors are chosen to cross the vast blue ocean to America, where for the first time he is destined to cross thousands and thousands of vast American roads, meet many happy drivers and riders for years to follow. As he crosses the sea, he shares many stories of the assembly line, and just like any trainee and scrub going through boot camp in the military, they share each others hopes and dreams like a bonded brotherhood before they all part ways to serve their destiny.
As they reach the shores of the US, his mind starts racing with the thoughts of a very fruitful future, and maybe being owned by the fabled gearhead that every car dreams of. For the first few months at his current car lot start to seem more dull day by day. Like a puppy left in a box with a free sign, people come on by, take a look, and leave; he is starting to feel lonely and regretful, until that one day that nice older couple fell in love with him! No, its not the gearhead he dreamed at one time, but its still a family that enjoys his very essence and the happiness he brings the newly retired couple!! Now, years have passed, he is getting wiser, older, accumulated many, many miles with every emotion that stays in his memory, but now its time for him to move on. One day, the man of the house opens the garage, looks around, and sighs. The little miata is a bit curious of whats going through his faithful owners mind, but that ponder is answered shortly, when he finds out he has been put up for sale! After the fear settles, and just like every other car, he knew one day he had to come to terms he going to be called the "older model" one day, and that day has come.
Again, he sits in the driveway, out in the open feeling like that puppy he was years ago, all up until a nice young man from Arizona falls in love. The miata is once again, happy and excited to broaden his horizons and experience more country side asphalt for years to come!! little did he know, his life is going to change for ever. Once that man from Arizona signs the title, smog checks the happy miata, and registers him for a new home, the days become bleak and dark; the days started when he pulls into a parking space at a local autozone... this new place wasnt like any other he has ever been. Sure, he met some sickly looking cars in his travels, but nothing like the horror faced, sick and the weak rusted and rustolium painted vehicles that surround him. As he sits there in fear, with the shady civic to the right, and the bleeding caravan to his left, nothing prepared him for what he sees his owner from Arizona walk out with.
After the terror seemed to end, that same night when everything was quiet, the man from Arizona open the garage door, wearing nothing but a evil grin and pj pants, with tin snips and a dremel in both hands... and attacked the poor helpless miata, sexually molesting and gruesomely ripping into his steel and aluminum flesh, touching parts of his insides that only certified gentlemen and lesbian women have touched! The shear pain of it all, he finally blacks out...
...wakes up the next morning, with the man from arizona sitting in his seat, he starts up. Feeling a bit scared and violated, he realized something else besides his dignity had changed forever. While cruising down the road, he was getting looks from drivers. He was used to it, but these were different looks, glares and sneers of disgust and shun, he started feeling more violated than the night when he was raped; he never knew why they stared at him, his imagination could only go so far until he parked next to the first reflective window, and realized what a monster he really is now. But it didnt stop there, night after night the man from arizona cut him, beat him, and rape him to the point of blackout, and for about 3-4 years, he was forever the scarred monster, until one day he had to end it all. On that day, everything will be better, and on that day, he revved as hard has he can to break the rev limiter, advanced the timing, and even cut the fuel to the point of cracking his motor's block, and bled out, until his pistons cracked and seized, forever. As his headlights start to dim, he remembers the good times, and resides in the comfort, of deaths imbrace.
TL;DR
A douchebag bought the miata from respectable nice owners, went to autozone, and molested the ---- out if it with trinkets of despair and pure stupidity.
Seriously though i will be in reno in august to prep for bman. Lemme take u n a harem of fine *** biddies out for rapings and whippets. Plz plz plz. Auska ex gf intro. I have not forgotten.
Pm me ur digits
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