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Moments in the life of Whitefang
12 years ago
Addicted to there madness the taste of death that lives within
So some of you may have heard this story before, but i was reminiscing about days gone by and decided i would share this little bit of my past.
Back in the day i used to have a 1984 Toyota Corolla Sr5, It had a mildly tuned toyota racing 4A-GE engine hooked up to just the standard transmission with a ceramic clutch and light weight fly wheel. That sum bitch was fast as all fucking hell, i could get it up to 80 on the old dirt roads of unincorporated Kingman were i was living at the time. It was a blast charging down thoughs roads, the 2 inch blow threw bypass pipe screaming for mercy. Well anyway, one day i was out and a bout, causing some hell with the local highway patrol (they could not keep up in thoughs huge and heavy SUV's they had at the time). After that i stopped at a friends house, He had just dropped a 2180 in his old baja bug and i wanted to check it out and kids being kids, with in half and hour we were on a long lonly stretch of abandoned high way racing. We were young and stupid, needless to say his 200 BHP 900 pound bug was smoking my pig of a toyota, so i got stupid and pinned it, soon as i hit 5th, doing about 120 i hear the sound no one wants to hear at thoughs speeds. A incredibly loud bang. The front left tire gave out and the tread separated, before i could react i was bumper first into a pile of dirt and rocks. the car was totaled but i had some how survived. My friend, after realising what happened came back and we booked it never to return to that spot again.
Long story short, dont street race, its fucking stupid, your gonna end up either killing your self or some one else...........and if you find a Corolla half buried in the dirt out in the middle of the desert i would like my Metallica tape back.
Back in the day i used to have a 1984 Toyota Corolla Sr5, It had a mildly tuned toyota racing 4A-GE engine hooked up to just the standard transmission with a ceramic clutch and light weight fly wheel. That sum bitch was fast as all fucking hell, i could get it up to 80 on the old dirt roads of unincorporated Kingman were i was living at the time. It was a blast charging down thoughs roads, the 2 inch blow threw bypass pipe screaming for mercy. Well anyway, one day i was out and a bout, causing some hell with the local highway patrol (they could not keep up in thoughs huge and heavy SUV's they had at the time). After that i stopped at a friends house, He had just dropped a 2180 in his old baja bug and i wanted to check it out and kids being kids, with in half and hour we were on a long lonly stretch of abandoned high way racing. We were young and stupid, needless to say his 200 BHP 900 pound bug was smoking my pig of a toyota, so i got stupid and pinned it, soon as i hit 5th, doing about 120 i hear the sound no one wants to hear at thoughs speeds. A incredibly loud bang. The front left tire gave out and the tread separated, before i could react i was bumper first into a pile of dirt and rocks. the car was totaled but i had some how survived. My friend, after realising what happened came back and we booked it never to return to that spot again.
Long story short, dont street race, its fucking stupid, your gonna end up either killing your self or some one else...........and if you find a Corolla half buried in the dirt out in the middle of the desert i would like my Metallica tape back.
I have done more mods to my cars because of boy-racers in the canyons and their little midnight clubs at no cost to myself than ones I had to pay for with my hard earned money. Big brakes from a Porsche, top of the line sticky tires, I was a big fan of Yokohama or the amazing grip from the stiff side wall BF Goodrich T/A tires at the time, big anti-sway bars, and the transmission chip from a Porsche and engine chip from an Audi, just to name a few things.
Though I have seen my fair share of Darwin awards in the canyons, mostly because of bad tires. Ive seen guys hit boulders at 90mph, fly off the side of the road, catch fire, multiple pile-ups of guys trying to do Japanese togue runs bumper to bumper, so on and so forth. Had a big pine tree at the starting point with car parts and body panels and motorcycle fairings hanging off it all over from people that wrecked or died on that road doing stupid things.
Closest thing to "dangerous" I can think of doing is touching an arcade cabinet's bare wires when I was like 10 and mildly electrocuting myself, barely even hurt. Never even broken a bone. If China or Bad Korea ever invades, remind me to get my ass down south.