Three days ago I handed over four envelopes containing stacks of bills to a guy named Loren. The next thing that happened was something I expected- he slid over a deed of sale, original registration, and two sets of keys and nodded towards the parking lot.
What happened after that was slightly unexpected. Loren coolly tossed the envelopes into his wife’s handbag, gave a little wave, and together they proceeded to board a jeepney, a form of public transportation that is unique to the Philippines.
Jeepneys are simple light trucks Filipinos created, heavily based on the military jeeps left over by the Americans (and according to popular 518 folklore, Jammer himself) after the war.
Two cool things I can say about them is that they 1) provide very inexpensive transportation and 2) are uniquely decorated so that no two are really alike. The third, and not so cool thing about them is that they are an easy place to get robbed, should you flash your Roley, heck even a 50 number memory calculator model Casio, a little too much.
In short, Loren has ballz of steel.
Check out a typical Jeepney here:
I almost feel like texting him following the sale, just to see if he is still alive.
Almost.
Except that since now I am in the elite 0.01% of auto enthusiasts, having experienced K20 Power, I am beyond that and have better things to do, like dusting off the occasional Pagani in a quick roll on should he fail to merge or signal properly.
I mean, just the other day an MC12 came up out of the blue (never mind that the MSRP is about ½ the GDP of the country I now live in, rest assured they do grow on trees here) and wanted to give me a piece…
Does this rich a$$ playa know what he’s getting into!? Dammit, I got THIS under the hood!
So hell yeah son, I’m gonna run and you know it!
We simultaneously threw each other bags of gold to confirm $hit was real, then hit it from a gentle 200 km/h roll.
Next thing you know I’m at the top of 4th, merging onto a little side street with the limiter pegged at 15,000 RPM… (OK yeah so there could be an extra digit in the tacho there somewheres, but $hit yO vision care is a bitch up in here, and you goddamn right $hit gets blurry at 1.8G)
But on the real, I was right there with him… Right on that long redesigned tail. Close enough to bite a piece off dat a$$ and turn it into an Enzo.
So yeah- I’m runnin’… I’m gunnin’, I’m textin’ the wife I’m gonna be home a little late. And THEN the iVtizzey (RIP Steve Jobs) woke up out of a deep nap and next thing it’s like iBeeOwninDatAzz KID!
Ownin’!
Bus lengths man… Not just greyhound playa I’m talking about double articulated bus lengths.
Shoulda stuck with hard parking the Maser at Newport Beach. Sucka!
And now I’m like a bag of gold richer and about to take it to the streets for some chump change. Long as some MF’er doesn’t pull a $hotgun on mah a$$ when I enter the store, if you know what I mean.
But MAN- if only he coulda hung wit me, man, if ONLY he was an a$$-whiff from my bumper… It would be a different story.
'Cause only then would Homey recognize that not only am I, OsoiNA6, SKIP BARBER TROO STREET CERTIFIED…
But he would KNOW… And ya’ll would KNOW…
that America Needs Archie Doo!!
Wreckagnize!!! What’s between the thighs!
OK, now you all know how it goes down over here- check out my fresh new ride:
2002 CRV, 75,000 km (48,000 mi) on the odo. 2WD. Silver exterior. Black interior. K20a4 w/ manual trans.
(please don’t ask me serial numbers, gear ratios, and $hit yet since I’m still being newly anointed into the K20 clan, and the Lord has been busy with all the natural disasters going on and whatnot so He hasn’t told me yet what the rod to stroke ratio is)
But YES the 2nd Gen CRVs here did come with the 2.0 liter, not the K24. And with a manual tranny.
Pics below!
Hope everyone’s doing good over there. I’m chillin’ over here.
Will report again on the street scene when I run into something a little more worthy of my attention (I’ll see if anyone with the Air Force wants to do any runs tonight)
Later!