Garage Days

Words and pics by PVT Ian.

Sometimes, you just need to get shit done.

Been making some plans with Private Runner Mel(Baaambol) to bust out a clutch job on the EK. Since I was about to do all this work, I decided now is the time to switch out the LS trans for something with shorter gears. I struck a deal with Mel (homie hookup fasho) to take the trans off the B16A swap he recently picked up. He’s working on something for his EF and plans to use the funds on a cable trans while I make use out of the hydro one.

The time finally came to get down and do the work. I came up to Mel’s pad, he had cleared some space in his garage so we had some work room. This meant that his immaculate and freshly painted EF hatch had to come out and see the light of day. I brought all my tools that I thought we’d need and laid them all out. Mel’s homie Ozzy came by to join us. He’s rocking Mel’s old white EF on some Mugens. Pretty cool car, I remember admiring it the first time I saw it without even knowing who it belonged to.

The surgery finally begins on the EK. Immediately out the gate we run into issues with the axle nuts. Ended up making a tool run and buying an Impact gun. This impact gun proved to be very helpful through the rest of the process.

We worked til late, or til we were frozen over since it was a cold night. At one point, we lost all power! Circuit breaker decided to call it a night. No light, no heat, we decided to call it a night as well.

Ozzy left not long after everything went AWOL in the garage. He probably didn’t realize what he was in for when he came over. Mel told him to cruise by so he can hear his exhaust lol. One thing led to another and he was under the car hammering out the bitch pin, among other things. Guess you never know how a night can go when you kick it with some runners.

Oh and for the record, after 3 long nights of work, a few homies coming through to lend a hand and one really shitty tow situation, we got that shit done!

Side note, by PVT Runner:

I too put in some work today, which I feel very accomplished. Did an oil change on the PVT Support Vehicle and changed the suspension on the daily Yaris. No pics, I felt like that isn’t exciting nor interesting as Ian and Mel’s experience. But we share the same aftermath of feeling accomplished at the end. As PVT Ian said, sometimes you just need to get shit done.

No 2nd chance in Macau

“At this Guia circuit Experience and skills are very important. It’s different from other tracks, Which are artificial race tracks.
You can still come back after you made a mistake, No second chance in Macau. Winning proves your ability. No fluke.
Some ask ‘why was I not fast on the last few laps?’ or ‘I was being chased down on the uphill sector?’ I say To win the race best lap is not important, no point being fast, but don’t see the checker flag. Harder you push, more risk and make mistakes. Simply said,
I was confident As long as I pass the first corner with no incident I was sure to control the race rhythm. That was my attitude. Lower pace on the uphill, no one can pass me, so I won’t risk it on the uphill. Everyone aims for Macau Grand Prix. This circuit is very difficult and filled with excitement. It’s the second most difficult circuit in the world. To me you have yet to prove yourself, if you have not won at Macau. Winning at this circuit, is a prove you’re a real winner” – Chou Keng Kuan, from Macau Fu Lei Loi Racing Team

Absolutely. That is the technique a lot of racers use on this course. It’s the same technique that Kazuo Shimizu used to win the 34th Macau GP in 1987.

The Cabin Civic and Trampio Civic make appearances in this videos:

Unlike other race courses, mistakes can not be made up at Macau. That’s what attracts me to this circuit, it’s the same race condition as street racing. Definitely a course I would like to drive on.

A more in car view of Macau seen here:

That sound.

Based on a true story… Many years ago…

A man is driving down the road and his car breaks down near a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, “My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?” The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, tow his car to the monastery and even fix it.

As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound. A sound unlike anything he’s ever heard before. The sound is very peaceful and healing. He doesn’t sleep that night. Instead he stays up studying the sound. Measuring the rhythm… It’s almost as if he can measure the hertz as well…

The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.” His car gets fixed and the man leaves. Years later, after never being able to forget that sound, the man goes back to the monastery and asks for the answer again. The monks reply, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.” The man says, “If the only way I can find out what is making that beautiful sound is to become a monk, then please, make me a monk.” The monks reply, “You must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of grains of sand. When you find these answers, you will have become a monk.” The man sets about his task.

After years of searching, it is now present day. He returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. A monk answers. He is taken before a gathering of all the monks. “In my quest to find what makes that beautiful sound, I traveled the earth and have found what you asked for: By design, the world is in a state of perpetual change. Only the Universe knows what you ask. All a man can know is himself, and only then if he is honest and reflective and willing to strip away self deception.” The monks reply, “Congratulations. You have become a monk. We shall now show you the way to the mystery of the sacred sound.”

The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, “The sound is beyond that door.” The monks give him the key, and he opens the door. Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man is given the key to the stone door and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. And so it went that he needed keys to doors of emerald, pearl and diamond. Finally, they come to a door made of solid gold. The sound has become very clear and definite. The monks say, “This is the last key to the last door.” His life’s wish is behind that door. With trembling hands, he unlocks the door, turns the knob, and slowly pushes the door open. Finally he is utterly amazed to discover the source of that peaceful sound… But, of course, I can’t tell you what it is because you’re not a monk.

An ultimate sacrifice

When Siddhartha left his son and wife to find the Noble truth and ultimate wisdom of the world, some people looked at it as irresponsible. But no, he made the biggest sacrifice in the world. For you cutting ties with friends and “family” is the biggest sacrifice you can ever make. Some times the situation is in a matter which you have to cut out specific people in life. Whether it’s for a greater good or if it’s because they are toxic. Life is change. All we can do is adapt. The outcome of Siddhartha’s sacrifice lead him to become the Buddha. What will your sacrifice lead you to?

This is P. Runner, and these are my thoughts.

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