New Fuel Tank & Brake Lines
Wanted to get this up ASAP – commentary to follow!
Wanted to get this up ASAP – commentary to follow!
Curt: i was thinking about how much i’d like to race a caddy like i had back in the day : )
Michael: lol
Curt: the caddy would be a fine cop car
Michael: it would
Michael: the will not shift into 3rd is a bit worrysome
Michael: it even comes with an appropiately shady backgroun
Michael: YES
Curt: okay
Michael: holy jesus
Curt: you thought that was good
Michael: thats perfect
Curt: i bring you trump high
Michael: why not
If anyone wants to see our laps and who turned the slowest laps (thats me) here you go…. shiny graphs and scatter plots are welcomed so please – go nuts.
We did it! The car finished, albiet, slowly (for reasons in addition to Curt being the one the bring it home). Lots to update everyone on and lots of pictures to throw up so we’ll start with this mess right here:
You cannot start a conversation with anyone in the automotive service / parts world without following a very very very strict speech pattern. Any deviation will result in starting over from the very beginning. Its like dealing with The Soup Nazi without the verbal abuse. For example:
Michael: lol
Drunken Mike and I are breaking our backs trying to get the car ready for next weekend. Work, school, women, houses, space and time, money… all these things are working against us. Last weekend was the power weekend when we put all those other responsibilities aside for one last push. Here was the list:

Now that we had a full cage, it seemed the seat was a logical step 2. The seat is choice.


For the big push on Saturday some friends and drivers came by. Major accomplishments include: CAI fabrication, rolling the car of the jack stands (point:me), crushing the jack stands with rolled-off car (point:me), installing the kill switch, sealing of the moon-roof hole, spending mucho-dollars, taping all the glass, blowing 100amp fuse (point:mike), mounting tires on new steel wheels, discovering new steel wheels don’t fit (point:life), misc.




Ya… we suck, we get it… here is my peace offering….
What follows is Mike’s desperate plea to the almighty Lemons Godfathers. Even though it made me laugh out loud, i was a little hesitant to mention it here until we actually PAID the money we OWED.
Business bad? Fuck you, pay me. Oh, you had a fire? Fuck you, pay me. Place got hit by lightning huh? Fuck you, pay me.”
…about that….
We’re a little short boss, and its not from burying our noses in the snow (Thats more NPH, George Jung, or Henry Hill than Burt Reynolds but anway) – I am sure this part of your job is worst – running around screaming, “I want my two dollars!” – so without further ado, we need more time to round up the scratch – we have 3 drivers who are in the military, stationed internationally or both. Consequently, we are trying to confirm their participation in that tangible, cash in my mother effen hands, no backing out now, kind of way.
So if you guys can swing another week for us to get our shit together, that would be very humbly received and appreciated.
Michael J. “Real Name”
Shortest Straw Drawer
Team Reynolds Style
I’m not gonna lie; Things were dicey there for a hot minute. Not because we didn’t have the money (we didn’t) but because our co-drivers were dropping like flies. The good news is the Lemons folks were gracious enough to grant us temporary immunity and Mike and I were able to strong-arm enough suckers to pay-up and be on the team.
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Next step is to collect from my teammates (Fuck you, pay me), before VISA/PayPal collects from me (Fuck you, Pay me). Problem is, with all this money flying around, there’s one guy who hasn’t done jack yet and that’s our rollcage guy… he’s had deposit in hand for two weeks now and still no raw material.
Why you gotta bust my balls?