This should be fun.
So here’s my disclaimer, read this first, digest it, and move one.
I’m not Dan, I’m Matt. Yes, I’m from MSSC. Yes, I’ve started, mid-pointed and ended shit for years on this board.
But what I’m saying here is 100% personal. It in no way reflects the opinions of the business it seems far too many people have forgotten I helped create, and have done what I can to keep my name out of the mud.
Because I know far too well how this board works, let’s get some of your digs out of the way so that maybe the actual meat of this post can be digested.
My cars are pieces of crap that don’t work. When they do, I usually break them. It is usually because I have gimmicked something together and it has failed. Don’t worry I don’t do that to customers’ cars. I don’t even do it to friends’ cars.
Guess what, I’m broke. I’m always broke. I don’t see why that should concern any of you. But all I’m going to say, is before you start opening your mouth, you should check your pride. If you have been given a gift, don’t forget it. In a fair world, we’d all be held accountable. Whether we just fell backwards into something, or actually had to go out and get it. But this world sucks for that, and many other reasons.
Heh. You want jokes, find pictures of my welds.
This post was prompted by the whole BAS vs Sasha thread. When I read things like
“I get paid lots of money not to get dirty, maybe i should give up a career so i can connect steel… yeah okay…”
The irony is, a) you still have to come down from your ivory tower and PAY some “peon” to do your dirty work for you. Small measure of a man. Second, you were supposed to be defending a guy who you paid, to ‘connect your steel.’ How does Sasha feel about that, having to do something so beneath you?
I get paid fuck all nothing to get dirty, and I love every second of it. I’m sorry, but in my mind you and your opinions are a total detriment to hot-rodding, and people like you will ultimately bring about its demise.
It’s just like everything I see day in day out. Everyone wants to jump into this scene, either to make big bucks riding the coattails and good name of someone into the ground … for what? A few free parts? A chance to run some stickers? Doesn’t anyone just want to make their cars better? Not better than anyone else’s … just better? Fuck.
And Ty … yyes, I know you and Dan had your chat. I know that everything is supposed to be “OK”. But you know what … fuck you. If you want to ‘jump ship’ … you have to be standing on one ship to start with. You’re lazy. That’s why you left, that’s why you never did any work. Hiding behind excuses like ‘the shop is too dirty’, I don’t ‘feel’ like doing any work. I can’t ‘sell’ this place. Truth being you all went weak in the knees when it turned out there was hard work ahead. One by one you stopped coming by. When it turned out it wouldn’t be free parts, with Dan building all of your cars for you in his free time. And what happened? I still have this picture on the wall by my computer. Guess how many faces are crossed out? And you think you have a share to sell?
Too much of a hangout? When did you ever come by other than to hang out? That’s right, when you needed something. Wasn’t the last time I saw you when you were bolting together your new car, at MSSC? Wasn’t it your mess I cleaned up?
Don’t you remember when you fought tooth and nail to keep Sasha out of MSSC? And gloated when he left to start SG? And all the stupid infighting that followed? How many of your cars were going to be built as identical copies to his, but only better? Now you want to swing from his nutsack and tell us all it don’t stink?
Jesus. What happened ‘between BAS and MSSC’ was me. It had nothing to do with the shop then, and it never would now. I made fun of the shop name and Ian made fun of my hat. His shop is still a ‘Salon’ and I still own the hat. That much is true. And you ran around starting shit. Just like you’re running around, proud as a peacock starting shit again. And you’ll get bored. Dan smoothed that one out, because he runs around picking up after all of us, even me.
And you’ll get angry with Sasha again. Renting a room in a house for more money than I pay for an entire 1,000 sq-ft apartment doesn’t make you a man.
Sasha, as I’m sure you’ve always understood, I never had an issue with you. We talked many times. I thought your car was unimaginative and I’d never consider it otherwise. It’s come a long way since then.
But, this goes out to all of you that I’ve helped, for free. Thanks for actually being able to make me regret ever helping you out. Thanks for helping me to really feel taken for granted. Thanks again for completely devaluing everything I had left to feel good about this community. Don’t worry, it wasn’t much.
But don’t ever come around again, not when I’m there. It’s simple, you’re just not welcome anymore. It’s not a physical threat. We all know how funny that is. You’ll get yours or you won’t.