Great write-up, the project looks sweet! I also appreciate how unabashed you were about embracing how insane the whole thing is. Sometimes it really is just more fun making the wrong tool work for the job, no matter how crazy it may be. RESPECT!

That looked like a truly miserable training day.

Then you’ve never met a truly obnoxious early 00's frat-boy...

Hey, Sir Jackie was a fan!

That 2-door doe!

Not gonna lie, Van Guy is kind of my new hero!

No offense, but it would be awesome if the misspelling is intentional!

I don’t get it, why are you afraid to be in your dad’s Mustang? Everyone knows that’s about the safest place to be within sight of a Mustang...

I can’t believe they don’t pre-mark the new timing belts. I can’t think of a single car timing belt I’ve seen that didn’t have marks. That’s just being cheap/lazy on the part of their supplier.

This reminds me of the Christopher Titus bit about how we should use Monster Jam as a military deterrent. “Before this gets started, watch this video. This is what we do when we’re bored, imagine what we can do when we’re pissed-off...” A part of me can’t help but agree with the thinking behind it...

Maintenance hour costs are doubly amazing when you consider that they likely build the whole damn vehicle in about 4 hours...

My girl Zelda after a training class. She was all about driving home!

I’m pretty sure the STi won’t make it burn when you pee, so there’s that...

Why on Earth would you want to do something like that? Everybody knows brakes only slow you down... /s

I’ve had the pleasure of catching a fairly sustained 30-35 mph tailwind. It’s a surreal feeling to top-out your gearing effortlessly with no wind noise at all... Then the storm cell hit that was causing that wind and everything sucked...

I’ve actually had a dirt bike blown out from under me mid-jump. I popped over the top of a dune on a windy day when a gust caught me perfectly broadside. Luckily it was in sand and not a harder surface (like pavement in his case).

You really make an excellent point. This is made even more so when you consider the amazing reliability you could count on from the ‘90s Toyota and Nissan trucks. As long as you weren’t downright hateful to them you could count in near 200k.

I was going to post the obligatory dumpster fire pic, but this seemed more appropriate...

I love everything about all of this insanity!

In all honesty, that’s like telling yourself to not be 18... If current 30-something year old me met 18 year old me, I’d relish in kicking my own ass.