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Sunday I left my house in my friend’s 2015 base Impreza to trade it back for my ST because he drove it to get an exhaust quote while I worked on Saturday. I also had money in my pocket to go to Clubloose North, the drift event happening at New Hampshire Motor Speedway. Clubloose was a two day event, so I missed a lot of cool stuff on Saturday, but hey, I was making money.
I picked up my car at about 8 and headed for the track. I followed in a purple 350Z with bashbars, because where else would he have been going?
Procharged 1UZ. Was doing 360 entries on Saturday.
I walked around the paddock looking at all the cars and taking pictures while crews wrenched and drivers slowly meandered to the driver’s meeting.
After that, the cars started heading for the track.
And once everyone’s tires went to shit, this was the solution. I thought this was pretty cool.
I had decided to go to Clubloose to the chagrin of my friends who were all going to Import Faceoff at New England Dragway in Epping, and being that it was maybe an hour away and I had to go to Epping later anyway to see a friend, I decided I’d leave Clubloose a little early and head to IFO and see if I could find anyone.
On the way from the Speedway to the drag strip, I stopped at a couple places that seemed interesting, including Lane’s Used Cars.
I turned into IFO amazed after not being stopped for a front plate violation by the officer patrolling the intersection immediately in front of the dragstrip and found myself to be in good company. This blue Mustang and probably 5 Focus STs within eyesight.
As I walked in I saw my friend Dylan’s Corrado and that made me feel less weird about showing up alone. Pretty much right after that though I found a whole tent full of my friends.
Being that I got there so late and was pretty tired, I didn’t take even a quarter of the pictures I took !!!error: Indecipherable SUB-paragraph formatting!!!
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After getting kind of the lay of the land at IFO it was time once again to head out. I had really come to Epping to visit a friend, so I did that:
Yeah.
Anyway, on my way back, I decided to stop at this “Junk Shack” and take a peek around because, I mean, who doesn’t like stores with random junk in them? It was literally a shack, with no one inside, and a bunch of old dolls all over the shelves. I spun tires going into second and didn’t get murdered. That was good. After that I went back to only stopping to shoot pictures of cars.
All I really found after that to take pictures of was this gas station, and it was awesome:
All in all, a pretty good day. The rest of my pictures from yesterday can be seen
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![]() 05/18/2015 at 15:55 |
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I follow this guy on instagram.
![]() 05/18/2015 at 15:59 |
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Should look familiar then.
![]() 05/18/2015 at 16:00 |
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It does. I love it.
![]() 05/18/2015 at 16:03 |
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I love it too, and I hate Hondas. Insta?
![]() 05/18/2015 at 16:06 |
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I think it’s something like ruined_sol
![]() 05/18/2015 at 16:11 |
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Considering that was spray painted across the hood it’s probably a good bet. Thanks!
![]() 05/18/2015 at 16:13 |
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I’ve never noticed that.
![]() 05/18/2015 at 16:15 |
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Where is says #ruined on the hood, it says Sol right next to it on the fender.
![]() 05/18/2015 at 16:16 |
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I’ve followed for a while but I’ve never noticed that. Thanks for pointing it out.
![]() 05/18/2015 at 16:18 |
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No problem.
![]() 05/18/2015 at 16:44 |
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I was at Clubloose North on Saturday. You picked the better day - much nicer weather. That was fun to watch, and probably the most laid back car event I've ever been to.
![]() 05/18/2015 at 19:41 |
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I just wish I could go to East Coast Bash this weekend. Also I need to buy a drift car.
![]() 05/18/2015 at 20:28 |
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I admit, I’ve pondered picking up one more OEM alloy (I already have one spare after my accident last year), throwing a couple of Prius tires on, and going out there to burn them up.
![]() 05/18/2015 at 20:36 |
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BRBbuyinganS12aswespeak.