![]() 10/20/2014 at 10:30 • Filed to: Sleeper, beater, srt4, mopar, srt, detroit, brown dog welding | ![]() | ![]() |
Remember back in middle school, when there was that one kid...you know...kinda short, scrawny, always dirty. Got picked on once and only once, because in the ensuing brawl he left NO DOUBT in anyone's mind that he would kick, claw, scratch, bite, and gouge anyone that f@#$ed with him with such a fury that their own mother wouldn't recognized the few pounds of flesh left writhing under the monkey bars? Turns out he had a rough home life and was actually raised by wolves since he was 3, was hooked on meth by age 7, was the long lost nephew of Walter Kovacs and wandered into your school by accident after a night of binge drinking on a cross country freight train of which he then fell off. You knew one of those kids, right? I think we all did.
This is that kid, in car form. Shot at the psych ward...not an accident.
Car is a 2001 SXT in shell only. Everything else is '04 SRT4. Body is beat to hell, but underneath is a heart of gold. My new beater. Rorschach on wheels.
![]() 10/20/2014 at 10:34 |
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"I'm not parked in here with you, *you're* parked in here with *me*!"
![]() 10/20/2014 at 10:39 |
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That's awesome.
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YES
![]() 10/20/2014 at 11:28 |
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Nice description! I was like that in Middle School - scrawny, quiet (no meth and good parents tho), tall and gangly, uncoordinated and picked on a lot... until that one day I got picked on for the last time... grabbed one of the bullies by the shirt and literally threw him across the hall into some lockers, started pounding and kicking and everything. I wasn't a fighter, I never had the personality for it. I was crying myself by the time I was done, but he was bruised and bleeding all over. I was never picked on again... they just stayed away... until high school where I started to develop a real personality and some friends and such. Those friends I made in HS are still friends today, decades later.
My old Buick is like that. Been to hell and back, and still unstoppable 40 years later. (It's a '73). Only been in a few fights (minor/major fender benders) but always came out on top! Once I fell asleep at the wheel and drifted across a few lanes at full highway speed, woke up to see us heading for the guardrail and cut the wheel, saved it enough to just have the back end slide a little and hard tap the guardrail and some sparks flew, but no major damage. And people constantly poke fun at him. "why a 4 door?" "But it's a Buick" etc etc. Don't fuck with the moose, when he gets pissed off there's a lot of mass in there to be angry!
![]() 10/20/2014 at 12:05 |
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Welcome to Neon life. Enjoy your stay!
![]() 10/20/2014 at 13:42 |
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The want is strong with this one
![]() 10/20/2014 at 14:41 |
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Buick FTW. I've got a '70 electra myself.
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I like it even more with the steelies it has now.
![]() 03/12/2015 at 14:24 |
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That mismatched door means so much business I'm gonna have to call a board meeting
![]() 03/12/2015 at 14:46 |
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I've always had a soft spot for SRT4's.
At the height of VTEC YO culture when I was one of the few teenagers not buying into it, Chrysler came out of left field with this, causing a disturbance in the force... as if millions of ricers cried out in terror, and were suddenly silenced.
It was an honest, heart on the sleeve effort by a small team to make a serious performer out of an econobox, like the Selby GLHS before it.
When not even the import tuner rags could deny its performance even they took pleasure in taking shots at its styling, which I found ironic because the only thing separating a regular civic from a hella tyte JDM Civic was... a small lip spoiler, wheels and amber markers?
![]() 03/12/2015 at 15:08 |
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"Remember back in middle school, when there was that one kid...you know...kinda short, scrawny, always dirty. Got picked on once and only once, because in the ensuing brawl he left NO DOUBT in anyone's mind that he would kick, claw, scratch, bite, and gouge anyone that f@#$ed with him with such a fury that their own mother wouldn't recognized the few pounds of flesh left writhing under the monkey bars? Turns out he had a rough home life and was actually raised by wolves since he was 3, was hooked on meth by age 7, was the long lost nephew of Walter Kovacs and wandered into your school by accident after a night of binge drinking on a cross country freight train of which he then fell off. You knew one of those kids, right? I think we all did.
This is that kid, in car form"
No, just no.
If the neon was ever represented in human form it would be this
![]() 03/12/2015 at 15:15 |
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Love it man!