well, ive done it. im writing this stupid essay about my car. my first car, lol prepare for the gay.
Part 1
flash back to 2011 time frame. im 16, had my drivers license for a hot minute and needed to stop driving my dad's old e30. sure i could have driven my sisters chevy tracker but it always smelled like mold and dog poo. im not kidding either, only way i could stand it was by rolling the windows down, even on hot summer days. besides, i was picky about it.
i wanted something that looked alright, was fun to drive and a manual. i avoided automatics like the plauge, i had it in my mind at the time that only "real men" drove manuals. that narrative probably came from my fathers light hearted joking, but for whatever reason young adult-ish me took everything way too seriously. Pa, the resident car nut, was out to find me an old ratty car fun and reliable car; younger me, wanted something with a decent interior but still fun and of course manual. my grandparents just wanted me to have a car, didnt matter what; as generous as they are and as grateful as i am, are a bit more superficial than what i consider healthy. despite the grandparent-peer pressure, i held out with fun, manual and reliable. all else be damned!
it was a fairly long journey for me to find my car, i wasnt about to settle. the hunt started in tucson, mostly with my father iirc and i said no to anything with tears in the seat... which was the majority of the ones i remember seeing. today i see rust and gravitate like a fly to the light; plus defects are to be used to score a better deal but i digress. my mother, grandparents and just about everyone else went the conventional route. local cars, family cars, their old cars that they wanted to dump onto me, problem was that they were all auto and for the most part just plain old not fun. Everyone still pressed on, even dad with more rat sheet filled cars; ok the rat sheet one was only one car, i still remember it.
summer break was out now and my grandparents offered up a road trip to SoCal with a friend, why not? away from parents, grandparents are still pretty cool people all in all and my best buddy could tag along. while we enjoyed our time there buying long boards and cruising around on those my family still pressed on, still car shopping. to much of my surprise my grandma found this little red ford focus at the right price, with a manual transmission. i remember being weary of it at first but in an age of auto's i thought i might as well take a look and give it a test run. i still remember my grandma going woohoo! with a clap saying "we found one!" i didnt think i was that picky, but it was a 4-6 month endevor at the same time... maybe i am a spoiled brat..?
to the test drive, we show up at the dealer ship and ask to drive the car. i remember there being two ferrari's, a lamborghini, a boxy mercedes SUV, some old roadsters and a plethora of other REALLY expensive cars on the show room floor. what in the hell are they doing with a freakin ford focus? perplexed but not really caring i wandered around all the cool machinery while my grandfather was talking to the sales person. grandma was finding the back story on the two ferrari's, some dentist wanted to see a couple variants of the spyder before he chose the one he wanted. yeesh, i wish i became a dentist instead right? from the entrance i heard "alright! we got the keys" and off to the all but empty lot we went. guess a focus nearby doesnt look as good with 6 figure plus cars for sale does it. apparently the prev owner parked it under a tree at 90k miles and forgot about it until it took up too much space in the driveway; not sure how accurate that was but the car was in good shape, looked clean inside and most importantly, was a five speed. good enough for me to get in the drivers seat.
grandpa drove it away from the salesperson as we all piled in only to play magical chairs around the corner. i remember getting in the drivers seat with a relatively open mind and pulling away. the motor was responsive enough and steering seemed to be real point and shoot for me at the time. maybe i had a knack for finding fun cars or i just lucked out, but as i drove more cars later on, my foci turned out to be a real fun car. we drove back on with my seal of approval and my grand mother relieved i finally chose one, my grandfather played hard ball negotiating to knock off an extra grand off the sticker price. the rest of the time in SoCal was on a long board and doing typical teenager things, mission accomplished i guess. fun fact, when i pulled off to let my grandfather drive back onto the lot we couldnt figure out how to put the thing in reverse. LOL ended up pushing it to get it out.
back home in arizona i made the promise to NOT modify the car, lol fat chance of that happening, especially if you know my father. his favorite saying when i got the damn thing was "wheels, drop, exhaust." it was almost like brain washing with the frequencey of it, but trust me, i was strong. i did NOT modfy the car... for like 3 months LOL. believe it or not HE went out of his way browsing the craigslist ads for SVT springs and went out and BOUGHT THEM. Without any consultation from me! before i knew it i was pounding away getting those freakin things on hiding the work from mom and the grandparents. didnt get caught for that one, it was the next stunt after the bug caught on that did us in. man i loved the way the svt set woke the chassis up, no i didnt know words like chassis then but its what actually happened.
the trouble project started when we took a trip down to dons hot road shop for some exhaust tubing and a muffler. Mom was in on this one, she just refused to acknowledge it until it was too late. armed with a welder, angle grinder and a lot of tubing we started the job with derek, my best bud at the time, under the car with some pizza always near by. we actually got pretty far into it working out the portion where it goes over the rear subframe when disaster struck. grandparents made a surprise visit and i was caught red handed, oops... father had a lot of explaining to do since they were both PISSED. only some obnoxious guilt tripping came of the ordeal, which i guess was warranted; i did promise that i wouldnt do something like that.
beyond getting caught i really didnt do a whole lot for awhile, i was happy with the ricer noises and reasonable, though exceptional at the time, handling. grandparents laid off the guilt tripping quickly since the housing bubble bursted ended up affecting us too, all in all, pa lost his job. i went off and did more normal teenager stuff for a year, find a job, a gf or two and doing awesome fun dumb things with friends. i started back up when i had a little money put away and the ricer in me re-emerged, maybe it had something to do with trying to impress the new girl hanging around but i highly doubt it. im rice to the bone. ya know that sounded cooler in my head, similar to how that zz top song goes. LOL
new girl and i end up getting married later in life but thats not whats important right now. subs are important, rattling the car windows is whats cool and bad right now. thats right baby, audio! time to get ripped off from your local d-bags and drug dealer in car entertainment shop! loved talking to some fat cholo bragging about his escalade and planned vegas weekend showing me how to hooker shop and calling to make reservations by bragging about his large male parts. girl on the other side ended up only caring about his money and was quite a 'female dog.' go figure right? typical blondes.
for tha actual audio part i ended up over paying for a headunit but later got it installed for free, so that worked out. ran the sub wires i bought from them myself, i remember hating that and hoping it was going to be worth it. got dual 10" competition subs, the box enclosure and a 1000 watt amp for free from a friend as he was quitting the work place. i loved the results for about two years and kinda just enjoyed life for a bit.
i dont remember the exact time frame but i wanted to get back into modding, i think the iinspiration was mighty car mods short throw shifter video. ended up buying one and getting a throttle body that xmas. money was tighter since i tried to move out right at 18, bad roomate left me in a tough spot so cheap yet effective stuff was my narrative until i moved back in with my parents. didnt do a whole lot for the next few months until my finances were back in order. yet pa comes along again to harvest the mod bug that really and i mean really kick things off.
now i dont really remember where this fits into the time frame but i got addicted to it faster than a hooker gets all caught up in crack. autocross. oh my god all my ricer dreams come true, heavan i tell you. i felt like a fat kid getting served cake; love, life, happiness.
stay tuned for part 2, maybe. depends if i write it.