The GTO rolled over 70K this month. The grind of a daily driver seems to roll right off it, just as the miles seems to slip by at its preferred cruising speed of 85mph. I’ve never owned a GM car before now, but I don’t think I could expect better from any manufacturer. A 2004 anything with 73K miles would be forgiven…
Shooter. Dick Shooter.
So I’ve got my wheels and am shambling around checking out my tire options. I’m starting to check out my next project. I’m thinking I’m losing a bit of fuel pressure so a fuel pump is coming for the GTO. But now that I’m back there I’m starting to realize my trunk is actually pretty damn big. But my fuel tank is…
Going to the gun range tomorrow and Dad is gonna pony up some cash to rent some of their more exotic offerings.
Alright oppo, you may have seen my previous posts about my accident woes, rebuilding the GTO and such. Now the time has come for me to pay the piper.
Lived here all my life and never experienced anything like this. Hundreds of people in peaceful protest and this happens. 5 officers dead.
Like, am I just evolving into my next form or is there something wrong?
I did a thing and converted the ‘04 brakes to ‘05 GTO brakes. DBA slotted rotors front and rear. Hawk Ceramics for a C5 Corvette. ‘05 GTO front Calipers.
With fun pictures of cars I’ll never afford.
I found one on Amazon that was a warehouse deal with damaged packaging (pff) and said yes to the aluminum paddle goodness.
Forgot I took this the other night. I’ll attempt better at some point but for now, enjoy a broken microphone.
I’m just saying, he sounds like he could out-Trump the Donald.
Fifteen52 Formula on top, Tarmac on bottom.
That moment when you realize that your mother corrected your use of “gangbanger” in reference to a thug because she knows what the other meaning of the word is.
Any of you Opponaughts that know how to read have favorite examples of books featuring driving? Like, the description of driving or speed in an effective way.
Chuck you, Farley. You and your whole fam damily. You ain’t so muchin’ fuch. Why don’t you go in your jackyard and back off, see if it shiv a get.